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SOCIAL   Wm}»JMJ0' 

SELECTED 

FRC^M   WATTS,   DODDRIDGE,    NEWTON,   COWTER, 
STEELE,   AxND   OTHERS. 


"  Teaching  and  admonishing  one  another  in  Psalms,  and 
Hymns,  and  Spiritual  Songs,  singing  with  grace  in  your 
hearts  to  the  Lord."— Col.  3  :  16. 


PtJBLISHED   BY 
THE    AMERICAN    TRACT    SOCIETY, 

250  NASSAU-STREET,    NEW-YORK. 


D.  Faiwhaw,  PrioUr. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  18-10 
by  O.  R.  KiNGSBURV,  in  the  Cierk's  office  of  the  District 
Court  of  the  Southern  District  of  New-York. 

Copy-right  transferred  to  the  American  Tract  Society. 


The  following  selection  was  occasioned  by  a 
demand  for  a  Manual  of  Hymns  adapted  for  use 
in  neighborhood  and  other  Social  Meetings,  em- 
bracing individuals  under  the  various  operations 
of  the  Holy  Spirit ;  and  by  christians  of  different 
denominations  whose  efforts  are  in  many  cases 
happily  united  for  the  salvation  of  men.  In  its 
preparation  the  love  of  novelty  and  of  change  has 
been  suppressed,  while  the  most  devout  and  spirit- 
ual effusions  of  Watts,  Newnon,  Cowper,  Dod- 
dridge, Steele,  and  others,  adapted  equally  to  the 
learned'and  the  unlearned,  have  been  sought;  and 
notwithstanding  the  variety  of  readings  which 
have  been  extensively  spread  before  the  public,  it 
is  hoped  that  most  christians  will  find  the  follow- 
ing h)'mns  in  the  same  form  in  vrhich  they  have 
committed  many  of  them  to  memory,  and  been  ac- 
customed to  employ  them  in  their  songs  of  praise. 

JN'o  pains  has  been  spared  in  the  simplicity  of  the 
arrangement  and  indexes,  as  well  as  the  character 
of  the  type,  to  render  the  book  convenient  and  ac- 
ceptable to  all :  and  it  goes  forth  with  the  prayer 
from  many  hearts,  that  God  will  make  it  the  means 
of  spiritual  refreshment  to  his  people,  and  of 
awakening  in  thousands,  now  far  from  him,  songs 
of  Redeeming  mercy  that  shall  never  end. 


THE  ARRANGEMENT. 

1.  The  Scriptures         .  from     1  to     10 

2.  God     ......  11—28 

3.  Christ 29—81 

4.  Holy  Spirit          .         ..       .  82—91 

5.  Warning         .        '.         .        .  92  —  114 

6.  Invitation    ....  115  —  136 

7.  The  Penitent           .         .         .  137  —  161 

8.  Surrender  to  God         .         .  162  —  178 

9.  The  Christian— In  Darkness  179  —  190 

10.  do.         Confidence  in  God  191—217 

11.  do.         Graces  and  Duties  218  —  253 

12.  Christian  Effort       .         .         .  254  —  303 

13.  Prayer         .....  304  —  315 

14.  Private  Devotion     .         .         .  316  —  327 

15.  Family  Worship         .        .  328-340 

16.  Social  Worship       .         .         .  341  —  384 

17.  Seamen       ....  385  —  396 

18.  Spread  of  the  Gospel— Concert  397  —  433 

19.  The  Lord's  Day      .         .         .  434  —  447 

20.  Christian  Fellowship  .         .  448  —  455 

21.  Afflictions       ....  456  —  466 

22.  Childhood  and  Youth         ..  467  —  480 

23.  Seasons  of  the  Year       .         .  481  —  486 

24.  Time           ....  487  —  500 

25.  Death 501  —  523 

26.  Judgment    .         .         .         .  524  —  532 

27.  Eternity          ....  533  —  547 

28.  Close  of  Worship — Doxologies  548 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


Jfdctioiis,  450—466. 

.-anciifieri,  456 — 4G0. 

resigoation,  461,  462. 

lijiht  ill  darkness,  463. 

pick  iiess.  recovery,  464,465. 

rest  in  heaven,  466. 
Karlimeiis,  65. 
IJcggar,  tlie,  161 
fiiMe,  see  Scripture*, 
(^luldhood,  t-ee  Youth. 
Christ,  29— SI. 

^t:^r  of  the  east,  20. 

birth,  30-32.  lnini^try,  33. 

Geth.'-eiTianft,  34. 

crucified,  35—43. 

resurrection,  43 — 4G. 

exaltation,  46,  47. 

intercession,  48. 

medialioM,  49. 

tlielleilecmer,  50 — 52. 

coronation,  53. 

oar  s^acrifice,  51,  55. 

justification,  56. 

way,  trnth,  ami  life,  57,  58. 

hidinp-place,  5'J. 

siar  I'f  Bethlehem,  60. 

physician  of  son  Is,  61. 

refuge,  62.    shepherd,  63. 

frienil,  64.    confidence,  66. 

characters  of,  67. 

free  grace,  68. 

redemption  by,  69 — 74. 

wonderful  love,  75,  76. 

not  ashamed  of,  77. 

loving-kindness,  78. 

worshipped,  79 — 8l. 
See  (Hirisiian,   Christian 
Eff<.n,. Social  VV'or-hip, 
siui  Spread  of  (>'ok]>'.']. 


Christian — in  Darkness    179 
I         — T30. 

;      self-e.xamination,   179,  160. 
I      conflict,  Ibl. 
'-    hope  encouraged,  1(^2,183. 
I      Aiith  faiinina,  184— 1S6. 
j      hatred  of  sin,  137. 
'      the  judgment,  I8j',  189. 
j      light  in  darkne.vs,  I90» 
!  Christian — Confidence    in 
j  G«</,  191-217. 

I      safety  in  God,  191—19.3. 
I      adoption,  196 
I      seeking  God,  197. 
I      midnight  thoughts,  197,  193 

rest  in  God,  199. 

trust  in  Christ,  2U0— 202. 

Christ   precious.  203—206. 

love  to  Christ,  2ii7. 

Christ's  example,  208-210. 

living  to  Christ.  211. 

saved  by  grftce,   212—215. 

penitent  thit-i",  213. 

song  of  salvation,  216,  217. 
Christian — Graces   and  Du- 
ties, 218-253. 

world  banished,  218, 219. 

watchfulness,  j^20.  221. 

unfaithfulness,  222. 

prayer  for  grace,  223. 

one  thing  needful,  224. 

repentance  for  sin,  225,  226. 

faith,  227-x'29. 

sincerity,  huniilit}',  230, 231 

submission  232. 

love,  2:!3,  234. 

heavenly  joy,  235,  236. 

coinin;ini.)n  wiih  God,  237, 
23d. 


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I.NDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


Christian — Duties — 

parting  v/itli  earth,  239,  240. 

pilgrim,  -241—245. 
'     hoping  for  revival,  216. 

not  ashamed  of  Christ,  247. 

responsibility,  243. 

race  and  w;irfare,  249— 251. 

"  hinder  me  not,"  252. 

spiritual  sloth,  253. 
Christian  Effort.  254—303. 

Christ  our   example,  254 — 
263. 

bearing  the  cross,  258. 

holy  fortitude,  -.259,  260. 

self-d.-nial,26l 

warfare,  2tt2,  263. 

witnesses  of,  264. 

collection'?,  265—269. 

pity  for  the  poor,  207— 2T0. 

c«.mpassion  ibr  sinners,  vi71. 

"  come,"  272. 

ministering  to  saints,  273. 

"lisrhtof  the  world,"  274. 

laboring  for  souls,  275— 260. 

compel  tlieni   to   come    in, 
2al,2&2. 

help  in  God,  282,283. 

the  Tract  Visiter.  284—291. 

foreign  distribution,  292. 

bles'^edness  of  doing  good, 
293. 

the  lost  found,  594. 

waiting  for  a  blessine,  295 
—293. 

^eU-examination,  299. 

trials,  300. 30 1. 

vain  without  love,  302. 

tru:t  in  Rock  of  Ages,  303. 
Christian   Felluicship,  448— 
455. 

christian  love,  448 — 451. 

meeting,  parting,  452—455. 
Church  sale,  356,  357. 
roll»;i-,t  ons,  265,  260. 
C'oni-ert,   >ce  t^pread  of  the 

Gospel.  ^ 


Death,  501—52.3. 

thoughts  of,  5Ul. 

of  a  youth,  502. 

sinner  and  saint,  503,  504. 

Simeon,  505. 

and  glory,  5(  8— 509. 

dying  christian,  510 — 513. 

dying  infant.  514. 

moment  after,  515. 

grave,  tomb,  516,  517. 

parting  witii  friends,  518 — 
521. 

tolling  bell,  .522. 

and  resurrection,  523. 
Devotion,  see  Private. 
Eternity,  533— .'i'^6. 

second  deaih,  533,  534. 

prospect  of  heaven,  535 — 
537. 

joys  of  heaven,  538 — 547. 

panting  for  heaven,  541. 

heavenly  Jerusalem,  5)5. 

everlasting  song,  547. 
Faith,  227—229. 
Family  Worship,  328—340. 

Christ's   preseuco     sought, 
328,  329. 

morning  hymns,  330—333. 

evening  hymn*,  334—340. 
God,  11— 2c',  352-359. 

eternal  dominion,  14. 

every  wliere,  16,  17. 

providence,  13,  19. 

in  judgment,  20. 

praise  for  Redemption,  22, 
23. 

goodness,  24,  25,  27. 

all  in  all,  26. 
See  Christian,  and  Social 
Worship. 
Gospel,  see  Scriptures. 
Kell,  21,  533,  534. 
Hidin-r-place,  59. 
Holy  Spirit,  82—91. 

prayer  for,  82—86. 

the  little  cloud,  87. 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


Holy  Spirit— 

vision  of  dry  bones,  68. 

power  of,  89. 

regeneration  by,  90,  91. 

grieved,  103,  1U5. 

See  Social  Worship,  &c. 
Humiliiy,  231,23-2. 
Invitation,  115—136. 

to  Christ,  llr>— 121. 

Saviour  knocking,  120. 

call  to  repentance,  122,  123 

accepted  time,  124. 

\v  eary  invited,  IKi,  117, 125, 
126. 

hearts  of  stone,  127. 

come  and  see,  128. 

yet  there  is  room,  129,  130. 

voice  of  mercy,  131. 

universal.  132,  133. 

come  and  welcome.  134. 

to  the  disconsolate,  135, 136. 
Judgment,  524-532. 

resurrection,  524,  525. 

wreck  of  nature,  526. 

day  of,  527—532. 
Lord's  Day,  434—447,  473. 

morning,  434 — 437. 

cvenin?,  438. 

eternafSabbath.  440. 

worship,  441,  442. 

welcome,  443. 

resurtection,  444. 

public  worship,  445 — 447.      | 
Lord's  Supper,  325,  366. 
F.ove,  christian,  233,  234.         [ 
Loving  kindness,  78.  ; 

Penitent,  137—161.  j 

hardness  of  heart,  137.  , 

conviction,  138— 142.  | 

Spirit  striving,  141.  ' 

indwelling    sin,    143—145,  i 
155.156.  I 

repentance,  146  —  143.  i 

heart  healed,  149.  i 

imploring  mercy,  150 — 153. 

rettored,  158. 


Penitent — 

prodigal  returned,  159. 

middle  age,  160. 

the  beggar,  161. 

praj'er  of,  310 
Prayer,  304—315. 

preparation  of  heart,  304. 

what  is  praver  ?  305,  306. 

power  of,  3'07,  308. 

answered  by  crosses,  309. 

of  the  penitent,  310,  311 

for  mercy,  312,  313. 

importunate,  314. 

Lonl's,  315. 
Private  Devotion.  316—327. 

communion  with  God,  316 
—318. 

early  prayer,  319. 

evening  twilight,  320. 

walking  with  God,  321,322 

devoiion,  32.3. 

in  darkness,  324,  326. 

consecration  at  the  Lord's 
tabl*?,  325. 

all  good  in  Christ,  327. 
Providence,  18,  19. 
Redemption,  see  Christ. 
Repentanbe,  73,  74,  225,  226. 
Resurrection,  43—46, 524, 525. 
Scriptures,  precious,  1 — 10. 

power  of,  6,  7. 

compared  with  nature,  8. 
Seamen,  385-396. 

God'sprotection,  386—388. 

spiritual  voyage,  389. 

safety  in  storm,   390—393. 

"  my  father  at  helm,"  392 

driving  to  port,  394. 

false  land,  395. 

little  faith,  396. 
Seasons  of  Ike  year,  481—486 

new  year,  481—483. 

seasons,  484,  485. 

close  of  year,  486 
Self-exHmination,  179,  180. 
Simeon,  505. 


y^fDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


Social  Worship,  341—384. 

the  Spirit  soujiht,  341—343, 

pleasures  of,  344,  345. 

christian  fellowship,  346. 

blessing  implored,  347,348. 

delight  in,  349—351. 

praise  to  God,  352—355. 

God's  care  of  the  church, 
356,  357. 

reliance  on  God,  S.'SB,  359. 

praise  to  Christ,  360—368. 

sitting  at  the  crose,  364,  365. 

Lord's  supper,  366. 

Christ   ransom  and  judge, 
367,  368. 

Spirit  sought,  369,  370. 

for  a  revival,  371. 

for  opposcrs,  372. 

worth  cf  the  soul,  373. 

joy  over  the  convert,  374. 

Christ's  reign,    375,  376. 

(jod's  house,  :577,  37S. 

holiness  and  grace,  379,  380. 

ingratitude  deplored,  381. 

morning  meeting.  3r2. 

daily  devotion,  383,  384. 

close  of,  548. 
Soul,  worth  of,  37.3. 
Spread  of  the   Gospel — Con- 
cert,'397— 433. 

Apostle's  commission,   397. 

charity,  398. 

praver  for  the  Spirit,  399 
-401. 

reign  of  Christ,  402—405. 
Jews,  406. 

spread  of  Gospel,  407—411. 

reign  of  Cliri-t,  412— 414. 

heralds  of  Gospel.  415,  416. 

"  arise,  shine,"  4!7. 

Jesus  shnll  reign,  418—423. 

Gospel  banner,  424. 

Zion  triumphant,  426,  427, 

the  day  dawninsr,  428. 

ficce>s  of  Gospel.  429,  430. 

watchman,   43!. 


Spread  of  the   Gospel — 

missionary  hymn,  432. 

missionaries'  farewell,  433. 
Star  of  Bethlehem,  60. 
Submission,  232,  461—463. 
Surrender  to  God,  162 — 178. 

clinging  to  cross,  164—166. 

joined  to  God's  people,  167 
—169,  325. 

Christ  has  died,  170,  174. 

determined  choice,  172, 173. 

trust  in  God,  175. 

storm  husiied,  176. 

self-dedication,  177. 

the  eftort,  178. 
Thief,  penitent,  213.  , 

Time,  487—500. 

shortness  of,  497—492. 

for  a  funeral,  491—493. 

life  the  arcepted.  494.  495. 

death  welcome,  496.  497. 

prospect  of  eternity, 499,.tOO 
Warnivff,  92—114. 

must  be  born  again,  92.  93. 

against  delay,  94—100, 105, 
106. 

prisoners  of  hope.  101. 

believe  and  be  snved,  102. 

Spirit  grieved,  103,  105. 

Saviour  knocking,  104. 

sinners  entreated,  106,  121. 

weighed  in  balance,  107. 

prepare  to  meet  God,  108, 
1U9. 

the  judgment,  110,  111. 

broad  road,  112. 

no  hope  in  the  law,  1 13. 

harvest  past,  1 14. 
VVatclifulncss,  220,  221 
Worship,     see     Family   and 

Social. 
Youth,  467—430. 

Children's  hymns, 467— 474. 

Scriptures  a  guide,  475. 

youth  entreiti'd,   ^70 — 479. 

prayer  of  a,  4"i!'. 


TABLE  OF  FIKST  LINES. 


A  charge  to  keep  I  have    . 
Ah,  whither  should  I  go '? 
Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  '\ . 
Alas  !  I've  sinned,  and  clearly  see 
Alas  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
All  hail,  ye  servants  of  the  Lord  ! 
Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny    , 
Amazing  grace,  (how  sweet  the  sound) 
Amazing  sight !  the  Saviour  stands 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  1 
Among  the  deepest  shades  of  night 
And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight    . 
And  does  the  Spirit  kindly  move 
And  have  I  measured  half  my  days 
And  is  the  Gospel  peace  and  love 
And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have 
And  must  this  body  die  ] 
And  now  another  day  is  gone    . 
And  what  am  H  my  soul,  awake, 
And  will  the  Judge  descend  %     . 
And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend  1 
Angels,  roll  the  rock  away 
Another  six  days'  work  is  done  ,  . 
Anxious  I  strove  to  find  the  way 
Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 
Arise,  great  God,  and  let  thy  grace 
Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake    . 
Ascend  thy  throne.  Almighty  King 
Astonished  and  distressed 
At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home 
At  evening,  to  my  soul  I  say 


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TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


Awake  !  and  sing  the  song 
Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound    . 
Awake !  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun    . 
Awake  !  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 
Awake  !  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays 
Awake  !  our  souls,  (away  our  fears) 
Awake  !  ye  saints ,  lift  up  your  eyes 


Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  ...  12 
Behold,  a  stranger  at  the  door  .  .  .  120 
Behold,  how  sinners  disagree  .  .  .  231 
Behold,  the  blind  their  sight  receive  .  50 

Behold  the  expected  time  draw  near  .  .  410 
Behold  the  morning  sun  ....  377 
Behold  the  mountain  of  the  Lord  .        .411 

Behold  what  witnesses  unseen  .        .        264 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace  .  .  .  196 
Behold  where  in  a  mortal  form  .  .  254 
Believers  now  are  toss'd  about  .  .  .  300 
Bestow,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth  .        477 

Beware  of  Peter's  word  ....  221 
Beyond  where  Cedron's  waters  flow  .  34 

Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God  ...  25 
Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace  .  .  .  448 
Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds  .  .  .  .453 
Blest  is  the  man  whose  heart  can  move  .  269 
Blest  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart  .     267 

Blest  Lord,  behold  the  guilty  scorn  .  .  372 
Break  through  the  clouds,  dear  Lord,  and  shine  458 
Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  29 
Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death      .        .112 


217 

92 

332 

249 

78 
250 
486 


Children  of  the  heavenly  King 
Christ  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme 
Christian,  if  you  would  enjoy 
Christir.n  to  active  duty  wake  .   -,  . 


514 
245 
365 
293 


TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES.  11 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day      ...  4^1 

Come,  all  harmonious  tongues           .         .  81 

Come,  christian  brethren,  ere  we  part  .  .    4.54 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell     .  328 

Come,  every  pious  heart       ....  362 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove      .  84 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls            ,  .116 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come            ...  83 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove      .  .82 

Come,  let  me  love,  or  is  my  mind      .         .  75 

Come,  let  us  anew 483 

Gome,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs         .  80 

Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart  540 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare        .        .  304 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad     .        .  .     350 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing   .        ,  216 

Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast  .     162 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distress'd     .  126 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord        .        .  .     236 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish  135 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden        .        .  .     117 

Come,  ye  weary  souls  opprest   .        .        .  125 

Consider  all  my  sorrows.  Lord     .        .  .    459 

Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness  426 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders!         .  .     531 

Dear  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  be    .         .  183 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul      .        .  .     204 

Deathless  principle,  arise           .        .         .  511 

Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream        ,  .    491 

Death!  'tis  a  melancholy  da)''     .        .        .  503 

Deep  are  the  v/ounds  which  sin  has  made  ,      61 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  draw  near  100 

Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove  .    542 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  1           .        .  257 

Didst  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame '?  .  .     258 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  mv  Lord  1        .        .  206 


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Do  sore  afflictions  press  thee  down  1 
Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay 

Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long 

Encompassed  with  clouds  of  distress     . 

Encouraged  by  thy  word    . 

Eternal  Source  01  every  joy 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess  . 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand 

Exert  thy  power,  thy  rights  maintain 

Faith,  'tis  a  precious  grace 
Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 
Far  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day 
Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines     . 
Father,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand 
Father  of  all,  we  bow  to  thee 
Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
Father  of  Mercies,  send  thy  grace     . 
Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 
Friend  after  friend  departs    . 
Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint 
From  all  that  dwell  beloAV  the  skies 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 
From  the  cross,  uplifted  high 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 
Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken     . 
Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 
God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays     . 
God  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise 
God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints     . 
God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way     . 
God,  my  supporter  and  ray  hope 
God  of  the  mornins-,  at  whose  voice 


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God's  holy  law  transgressed 
Go  forth  on  wings  of  fervent  prayer 
Go  forth  on  Avings  of  prayer    . 
Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name 
Go  into  every  street  and  lane 
Go,  messenger  of  love,  and  bear    , 
Go,  preach  my  Gospel,  saiih  the  Lord 
Go,  spread  the  page  of  truth  divine 
•jrace,  'tis  a  charming  sound 
Gracious  Spirit,  love  Divine 
Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings 
Great  God !  how  infinite  art  thou 
Great  God !  indulge  my  humble  claim 
Great  God !  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Great  God !  to  thee  my  evening  song 
Great  God !  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand 
Great  God !  whose  universal  sway    . 
Guide  me,  O  !  thou  great  Jehovah 


Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews 

Hail !  Sovereign  love,  that  first  began 

Hail !  thou  once  despised  Jesus 

Hail !  to  the  Lord's  anointed 

Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign     . 

Happy  the  man  whose  generous  heart 

Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound 

Hark  !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 

Hark  !  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes 

Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing 

Hark!  the  song  of  jubilee     . 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Haste,  O !  sinner,  to  be  wise 

Hear,  O  sinner,  mercy  hails  you 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 

He  dies,  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies 


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He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives    . 

Hence  from  my  soul,  my  sins  depait     . 

Here,  at  thy  cross,  my  dying  God 

He  reigns,  the  Lord,  the" Saviour  reigns 

He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping 

High  m  yonder  realms  of  light 

Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts  draw  nigh 

Holy  Bible,  Book  Divine 

Holy  Lord  God,  I  love  thy  truth 

How  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet     . 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies 

How  charming  is  the  place 

How  condescending  and  how  kind 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

How  full  of  anguish  is  the  thought 

How  glorious  is  our  Heavenly  King 

How  great,  how  terrible  that  God 

How  happy  are  they 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies    . 

How  long  beneath  "the  law  I  lay 

How  oft,  alas !  this  v/retched  heart 

How  precious  is  the  Book  Divine 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is 

HoAV  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight 

How  sweet  the  melting  lay 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 

Ho !  ye  that  pant  for  transient  joys 

I  asked  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow  . 
I  live  to  die,  I  die  to  live 
I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath 
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I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord  . 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away     . 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways  . 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee 

Indulgent  God  of  love  and  power 

Inspired  with  charity  Divine 

In  themselves,  as  weak  as  worms 

In  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come 

In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 

I  saw  beyond  the  tomb 

I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart 

Is  this  the  kind  return'^'? 

I  would  not  live  alway,  I  ask  not  to  stay 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 

Jesus !  and  shall  it  ever  be 

Jesus  !  at  thy  command 

Jesus  Christ  hath  lived  and  died 

Jesus !  dear  name,  how  sweet  the  sound 

Jesus !  Immortal  King,  arise     . 

Jesus  !  I  love  thy  charming  name 

Jesus  !  lover  of  my  soul     . 

Jesus  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone 

Jesus  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace 

Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 

Join  all  the  glorious  names 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 

Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake 


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Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 
Let  rae  but  hear  my  Saviour  say 


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Let  me  dwell  on  Golgotha     . 

Let  party  names  no  more 

Let  sinners  take  their  course 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 

Light  of  the  world  in  mercy  given 

Lo !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending 

Look  down,  O  God,  with  pit)ang  eye 

Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye 

Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 

Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 

Lord  !  help  me  to  repent 

Lord!  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin 

Lord,  I  approach  thy  throne  of  grace 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

Lord  of  glory,  who  didst  honor 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 

Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray 

Lord,  thou  has  searched  and  seen  me  through 

Lord,  thou  hast  won,  at  length  I  yield 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 

Lord,  we  confess  our  num'rous  faults 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

May  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Saviour 
Meicy  !  O  thou  Son  of  David 
Mistaken  souls,  that  dream  of  hearen 
Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb 
Mortals,  awake !  with  angels  join 
My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord 


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My  dear  Redeemer,  while  on  earth 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so     . 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee    . 

My  former  hopes  are  fled 

My  God  !  how  endless  is  thy  lore 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 

My  God  i  my  life,  my  love 

My  God,  my  portion  and  my  love 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be     . 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue 

My  God  !  thy  service  well  demands 

My  God !  who  mak'st  the  sun  to  know 

My  Saviour  and  my  King 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 

My  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day 

My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 

My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust 

My  soul  would  fain  indulge  a  hope 

Nature  with  open  volume  stands 
Nay,  I  cannot  let  thee  go       .        .        . 
No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more    . 
Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard 
Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 
Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth    . 
Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men     . 
Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 
Now  be  the  Gospel  banner     . 
Now  by  the  mercies  of  my  God 
Now  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal 
Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood     . 
Now  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart   . 
Now  is  the  accepted  time 
Now  is  the  time,  the  accepted  hour 
Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime 
Now  may  the  Gospel's  conquering  power 
Now  the  shades  of  night  are  son? 
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Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song 

Now  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 

O  !  blessed  souls  are  they 

O  !  cease,  my  wandering  soul 

O  !  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 

Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know    . 

O  !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 

O  !  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 

O  !  for  an  ov'ercoming  faith 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

Oft  as  the  bell  with  solemn  toll 

O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call 

O  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 

O  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law 

O  !  Lord,  another  day  is  flown 

O  !  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  thee 

O  !  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil 

O  !  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire 

O  1  mighty  God,  breathe  in  my  soul 

Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

One  there  is  above  all  others 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearin 

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Sun  of  righteousness  arise 

that  I  could  for  ever  dwell 

that  I  knew  the  secret  place 

that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 

the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain 

thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows 

thou  of  little  faith 

thou  that  hearest  prayer 

thou  that  hearest  when  sinners  cry 

thou  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear 

thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears 


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Our  Utile  bark  on  boisterous  seas 
Our  souls  by  love  together  knit 
Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress    . 
O  !  where  shall  rest  be  found     . 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  thy  plaintive  moan 
People  of  the  living  God     . 
Pilgrim,  burthened  with  thy  sin 
Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 
Poor,  weak,  and  worthless,  though  I  am 
Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 
Prayer  Avas  appointed  to  convey    . 
Precious  Bible  *  what  a  treasure 
Preserve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need 
Pris'ners  of  sin  and  Satan  too 
Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet    , 

Raise,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye 
Raise  your  triumphant  songs 
Religion  is  the  chief  concern 
Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries 
Return  and  come  to  God 
Return,  my  roving  heart,  return 
Return,  O  !  God  of  love,  return 
Return,  O  !  wanderer,  return     . 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings     . 
Rock  of  ages  !  cleft  for  me 


Safely  through  another  week 
Salvation,  O  !  the  joyful  sound 
Sa.viour,  visit  thy  plantation 
Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise 
Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame 
Seek,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate 
See,  the  Eternal  Judge  descending 
See  the  leaves  around  us  falling 


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Show  pity,  Lord,  O !  Lord  forgive 
Sin  enslaved  me  many  years 
Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  host     . 
Sinner,  art  thou  i^lill  secure 
Sinner,  hear  the  Saviour's  call 
Sinner.  O  !  why  so  thoughtless  grown 
Sinners,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God 
Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard 
Sinners,  this  solemn  truth  regard 
Sinners,  turn ;  why  will  you  die 
Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 
Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 
So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say 
Sovereign  grace  has  power  alone 
Sovereign  of  worlds  above     . 
Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  thy  power 
Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all 
Sow  in  the  morn  ihe  seed 
Spread,  spread  these  healing  leaves 
Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears 
Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay 
Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  used  to  rise 
Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think 
Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait 
Stretch'd  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies 
Sweet  and  solemn  be  the  season 
Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows 
Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 
Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord     . 
Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 
Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 


Take  comfort,  christians,  when  your  friends  518 
That  awful  day  will  surely  come  .  .  527 
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The  christian  voyager  strikes  the  rock 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 

Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  name     . 

The  grave  is  now  a  favored  spot 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord 

The  Lord  Jehov'ah  reigns 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is  .         . 

The  Lord  on  mortal  worms  looks  down 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 

The  prodigal  with  streaming  eyes 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 

There  is  a  God  who  reigns  above 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear 

The  Saviour  !  O,  what  endless  charms 

The  Saviour,  what  a  noble  flame 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts     .... 

The  time  is  short,  the  season  near 

The  voice  of  free  grace 

They  that  toil  upon  the  deep 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 

This  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will  not 

Thou  art  the  way,  to  thee  alone 

Though  hard  the  winds  are  blowing 

Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life 

Through  all  the  dovrnward  tracks  of  time 

Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path 

Through  this  wide  wilderness  I  roam 

Through  tribulations  deep 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 

Thus  I  resolved  before  the  Lord 


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Thus  the  Eternal  Father  spake 
Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord 
Thy  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word 
Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford   . 
Time  is  winging  us  away 
Time,  what  an  empty  vapor  'tis 
'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know 
'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 
"  'Tis  finished,"  so  the  Saviour  cried 
'Tis  my  happiness  below     . 
'Tis  past,  the  dreadful  stormy  night 
To  Jesus  the  crown  of  my  hope 
To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine     . 
Toss'd  upon  life's  raging  billow 
To  Avhom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go 
■'Twas  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 
Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
'Twas  when  the  seas  with  horrid  roar 


Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb    . 
Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes    . 

Vain  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 
Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear 
Visit  kindly,  'O  our  God 
Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame    . 

Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord 
Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will  . 
Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound 
Wake  the  song  of  jubilee 
Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 
Welcome  !  delightful  morn 
Welcome  !  sv/eet  day  of  rest 
Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer 
We  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies    . 
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What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 
"What  is  life  1  'tis  but  a  vapor     . 
What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price 
What  scenes  of  horror  and  of  dread 
What  shall  I  render  to  my  God     , 
What  shall  the  dying  sinner  do 
What  shall  we  render,  bounteous  Lord 
What  sinners  value,  I  resign 
What  various  hindrances  we  meet 
When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way 
When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 
Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise 
When  from  the  glorious  realms  of  day 
When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear     . 
When  I  survey  the  wond'rous  cross 
When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay 
When  fenguor  and  disease  invade 
When  many  a  tempest  blew 
When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain 
When  on  the  cross  my  Lord  I  see 
When  overwhelmed  with  grief 
When  shall  the  voice  of  singing    . 
When  shall  we  meet  again 
Where  the  lost  and  wretched  are 
Where  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord 
While  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way 
While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light 
While  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by 
While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power    . 
While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 
Who  but  thou,  Almighty  Spirit     . 
Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 
Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends    . 
Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee 
Why  should  I  say  'tis  yet  too  soon 
Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die 


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With  humble  heart  and  tongue 
With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament 
Would  vou  -win  a  soul  to  God 


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Ye  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne 

Ye  d)'ing  sons  of  men    . 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm 

Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ     . 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice 

Ye  servants  of  God    . 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 

Yes,  I  will  be  for  ever  thine 

Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee    . 

Ye  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young 

Ye  >ons  of  men,  with  joy  record   . 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose^    . 

Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking 

Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  man 

Ye  visions  bright  of  heavenly  birth 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor 


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FOR 

SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

THE    SCRIPTURES. 


1.  Excellency  of  the  Bible.  C.  M. 

1  Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  I 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find : 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lastmg  as  the  mmd. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Subliiner  sweets  than  nature  knows, 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys, 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 


THE    SCRIPTURES.  (X 

5  0  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

6  Divine  Instrueter,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there.     Steele. 

2.   Value  of  the  Bible.  7's. 

1  Holy  Bible,  Book  divine  ; 
Precious  treasure  !  thou  art  mine: 
Mine  to  tell  me  whence  I  came ; 
Mine  to  leach  me  what  I  am  : 

2  Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove; 
Mine  to  show  a  Saviour's  love  : 
Mine  art  thou,  to  guide  my  feet ; 
Mine  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit : 

3  Mine  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless  : 
Mine  to  show,  by  livmg  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death  ! 

4  Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel-sinner's  doom  :— 
O  thou  precious  Book  divine  I 
Precious  treasure  !  thou  art  mine. 


«2)  THE    SCRIPTURES.  3,  4* 

3.  The  Bible  precious.  8,  7. 

1  Precious  Bible  !  what  a  treasure 

Does  the  Word  of  G-od  afford  ! 
All  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure, 

Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword  : 

Let  the  world  account  me  poor ; 

Having  this  I  need  no  more. 

2  Food,  to  Avhich  the  world  's  a  stranger, 

Here  my  hungry  sc/ul  enjoys ; 
Of  excess  there  is  no  danger, 
Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys : 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed, 
He  is  meat  and  drink  indeed  !  Newton. 

4.  The  Bible  precious.  C.  M. 

1  How  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given  ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 

Of  an  eternal  day.  R;nt.on%c..i. 


5,  6  THE    SCRIPTURES.  (28 

5.   The  Glory  of  the  Word,  C.  M. 

1  The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 

And  brings  the  truth  to  sight: 
Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, 
It  gives — but  borrows  none. 

3  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise. 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display. 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

5  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  Him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view, 
In  brighter  worlds  above.        Cowper. 

6.   The  power  of  the  Gospel.  L.  M. 

1  This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 

Sent  to  the  nations  from  above ; 

Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 

What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 


I)  THE    SCRIPTURES.  1 

2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find, 
To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind; 

This  sovereign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruined  creature  man. 

3  The  Gospel  bids  the  dead  revive; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live ; 

Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  clothed  afresh, 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  tum'd  to  flesh. 

4  Where  Satan  reign'd  in  shades  of  night 
The  Gospel  strikes  a  heav'nly  light ; 
Our  lusts  its  wondrous  power  controls, 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  souls. 

5  Lions,  and  beasts  of  savage  name, 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  Lamb ; 
While  the  wide  world  esteem  it  strange, 
Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change. 

6  May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too ; 
The  word,  that  saves  me,  does  engage 

A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage.     Wam. 

7.  Power  of  the  Gospel.  L.  M. 

1  What  shall  the  dying  sinner  do. 
That  seeks  relief  for  all  his  wo  ? 
Where  shall  the  guilty  conscience  find 
Ease  for  the  torment  of  the  mind  ? 


8  THE    SCRIPTURES.  (30 

2  How  shall  we  get  our  crimes  forgiven, 
Or  form  our  natures  fit  for  heaven  ? 
Can  souls  all  o'er  defiled  with  sin 

Make  their  own  powers  and  passions  clean  ? 

3  In  vdin  we  search,  in  vain  we  try, 
Till  Jesus  brings  his  Gospel  nigh; 
'Tis  there  the  power  and  glory  dwell. 
That  save  rebellious  souls  from  hell. 

4  This  is  the  pillar  of  our  hope. 
That  bears  our  fainting  spirits  up; 
We  read  the  grace,  Ave  trust  the  word, 
And  find  salvation  in  the  Lord.         Watts'  Scr. 

§ ,  Js'ature  and  Scripture  compared.  L.  ]\'L 

1  The  heavens  declare  thy  glory.  Lord, 

In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines; 

But  Avhen  our  eyes  behold  thy  word. 

We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess ; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise, 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race. 
It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 


"^0  THE    SCRIPTURES.  Q 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  Gospel  rest, 

'Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run; 
lill  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun.'      Watts. 

9,  Delight  in  the  Scriptures.  C.  M. 

1  0  how  I  love  thy  holy  law! 

'Tis  daily  my  delight; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 

To  meditate  thy  word ; 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away, 
To  hear  thy  Gospel,  Lord. 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage- 

How  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 
And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage, 
Yields  me  a  heavenly  song! 

4  Am  I  a  stranger,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feast ! 
Not  honey,  dropping  from  the  comb, 
So  much  delights  my  taste. 

5  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind; 

Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 
For  loads  of  silver  well  refin'd, 
Nor  heaps  of  choicest  gold.  ' 


10  THE   SCRIPTURES,        ,  (« 

6  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 
Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 

And  there  I  write  thy  praise.  Watts. 

lO.    Delight  in  the  Scriptures.    P.  M. 

1  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word ; 
Whaf  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 

To  souls  benighted  and  distress'd ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 

Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 

2  From  the  discoveries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw; 

These  are  my  study  and  delight; 
iNot  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  past, 

Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 

3  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies; 

But  'tis  thy  blessed  Gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin. 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

4  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 


33)  GOD.  11 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain : 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace 

And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain.  Watts. 


GOD. 


11.  Praise  to  God.  L.  M. 

1  Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice 

Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King  ; 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  ;  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  o^vn  ; 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 

With  praises  to  his  courts  repair  j 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind ; 

Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 

His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure.      Watts. 

3 


12,   13  GOD.  (34 

1 2.  Praise  to  the  Creator.     L.  M. 

1  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 

Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men. 
And  when,  like  wandering  sheep,  we  stray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  "We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lasting  honours  shall  we  rear. 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  : 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand. 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

Watts. 

13.  Universal  praise  to  God.    L.  M. 
1  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

From  distant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell ; 
Let  heaven  begin  the  solemn  word, 
And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 


35)  GOD.  14 

2  The  Lord>  how  absolute  he  reigns  I 

Let  every  angel  bend  the  knee  ; 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heavenly  strains : 
And  speak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  Wide  as  his  vast  dominion  lies, 

Let  the  Creator's  name  be  known : 
Loud  as  his  thunder  shout  his  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

4  Jehovah,  'tis  a  glorious  word, 

0  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue ; 

But  saints  who  best  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 

5  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love, 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord  ! 
From  all  below,  and  all  above. 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord.  Watts. 

1 4,  God^s  Eternal  Dominion.  C.  M. 

1  Great  God  I  how  infinite  art  thou ; 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made: 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 


15u  GOD.  (36 

3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie, 

To  thine  immense  survey, 

From  the  formation  of  the  sky, 

To  the  great  burning  day. 

4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view; 
To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears, 
Great  God  I  there's  nothing  new. 

5  Our  lives  thro'  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares ; 
While  thine  eternal  thoughts  move  on 
Thine  undisturb'd  affairs.  Watts. 

1  5.    Greatness  of  God.  L.  M. 

1  My  God,  my  ICing,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
'Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear: 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  justice  I'll  proclaim, 
Thy  bounty  flows  an  endless  stream ; 
Thy  mercy  swift,  thine  anger  slow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  stubborn  foe. 


3-)  GOD.  16 

4  Thy  works  with  sovereign  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine: 

Let  every  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  labour  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  ; 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways  ; 

Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise.       Wattg. 

16.  Omniscience  of  God.  L.  M. 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  search'd  and  seen  me  through ; 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours. 

My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand. 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 


17  GOD.  (38 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great ! 
What  large  extent  I  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  0  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 

Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there.  Watts. 

17,  God  every  where.   CM. 

1  In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 

Before  they  're  form'd  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  0  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  ! 

Wliere  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 


»)  GOD.  18 

Pause. 

5  Lord,  where  shall  guilty  souls  retire, 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heaven  thy  glorious  throne. 

6  Should  I  suppress  my  vital  breath 

To  'scape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  grave  resign. 

7  If  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light, 

I  fly  beyond  the  west, 
Thy  hand,  which  must  support  my  flight. 
Would  soon  betray  my  rest.         i 

8  If  o'er  my  sins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
Those  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

9  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  thee : 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 

From  which  I  caimot  flee.  •  Watts. 

18.  Wisdom  of  God,  L.  M. 

1  Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will, 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ! 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise ; 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 


19  GOD.  (40 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals ; 
But  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  In  heaven,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees ; 

And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confess'd. 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

4  Wait  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat ; 
And  'mid  the  terrors  of  his  rod. 

Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God.  Beddome. 

1 9.   Providence  of  God.    C.  M. 

1  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform : 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 


«)  GOD.  20 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  Providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  o^vn  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain.  Cowper. 

20.    God  in  Judgment.    C.  M. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hosts. 

And  thou,  0  earth,  adore ; 
Let  death  and  hell,  through  all  their  coasts, 
Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 

2  Think,  0  my  soul,  the  dreadful  day, 

When  this  incensed  God 
Shall  rend  the  sky,  and  burn  the  sea, 
And  send  his  wraih  abroad ! 

3  What  shall  the  wretch,  the  siimer  do  ? 

He  once  defied  the  Lord  I 
But  he  shall  dread  the  Thund'rer  now, 
And  sink  beneath  his  word. 


21  COD.  (49 

4  Tempests  of  an^y  fire  shall  roll, 

To  blast  the  rebel  worm, 

And  beat  upon  his  naked  soul 

In  one  eternal  storm.  Watts. 


21.    The  Divine  Perfections.   H.  M. 

1  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

His  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 
The  garments  he  assumes, 

Are  light  and  majesty  ; 
His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand, 

To  guard  his  holy  law ; 
And  where  his  love  resolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  ancient  works 

Surprising  wisdom  shines, 
Confounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 

And  breaks  their  curs'd  designs  : 
Strong  is  his  arm,  and  shall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees,  his  sov'reign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 

Of  glory  condescend — 


4:«)  GOD.  22 

And  will  he  write  his  name, 

My  Father  and  my  Friend ! 
I  love  his  name,  I  love  his  word ; 
Join  all  mj  pow'rs,  and  praise  the  Lord. 

Walts. 

22.     God's  Glory  in  Redemption.    C.  M. 

1  Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines ! 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousands  through  the  skies. 

2  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms  : 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms  : 

3  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known  ; 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 
The  justice,  or  the  grace. 

4  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains : 
Bright  seraphslearnlmmanuel's  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

5  Oh,  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  song  ! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart. 
And  love  command  my  tongue.   Watts'  Ljt, 


23,  24.  GOD.  (44 

23,    Praise  for  Redemption.    C.  M. 

1  Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 

With  sougs  of  sacred  praise; 
For  he  is  good,  supremely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  -ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms ; 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home. 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Great  God,  to  thine  Almighty  love 

What  honors  shall  we  raise  ! 
Not  all  th' angelic  songs  above 

Can  render  equal  praise.  Steele. 

24.    Goodiiess  of  God.   L.  M. 

1  Ye  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record 
The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  let  his  pov/er  and  goodness  sound 
Through  all  your  tribes,  the  earth  around. 


45)  GOD.  25 

2  Let  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite, 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light ; 
Where  sun,  and  moon,  and  planets  roll, 
And  stars  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  But  0  !  that  brighter  world  above. 
Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  love  ! 
God's  only  Son,  in  flesh  array'd. 

For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made. 

4  Thither,  my  soul,  with  rapture  soar, 
There,  in  the  laud  of  praise,  adore  : 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay, 
Demands  an  everlasting  day.  Doddridge 

25.    Goodness  of  God.   L.  M. 

1  Bless,  0  my  soul,  the  living  God ; 

Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad ; 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  0  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace; 
His  favours  claim  thy  highest  praise ; 
"Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence,  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  soul,  who  sent  his  Son, 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done; 

He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 

The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives.  Watts. 


26,  27  GOD.  (46 

26.    God  all  and  m  all.    S.  M. 

1  My  God,  my  life,  my  love. 

To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 
I  cannot  live,  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
'Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here ; 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 

3  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heav'nly  place, 
If  God  his  residence  remove. 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

4  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  aflford ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence.  Lord. 

5  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul.  Watts. 

27.  Praise  for  Divine  goodness.  P.  M. 

1  I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath  j 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 


47)  GOD.  27 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 
S  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust  ? 
Princes  must  die,  and  turn  to  dust ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flesh  and  blood ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour ; 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promise  good. 

3  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God:  He  made  the  sky. 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train : 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure ; 
He  saves  th'  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the  poor; 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind; 

He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace : 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 

5  He  loves  his  saints;  he  knows  them  well; 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  : 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  : 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 


28,  29  CHRIST.  (48 

6  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And,  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  he  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

Or  immortality  endm-es.  Watis. 

28.    Praise  from  all  laiids.  L.  M. 

1  FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung. 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies, Lord; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more.       vvatts. 
f 

CHRIST. 


29.  Star  of  the  East.  11,   10. 

1  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  mornmg ! 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid  I 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid  ! 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall; 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining. 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 


49)  CHRIST.  30 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odours  of  Edom,  and  ofF'rings  divine  ? 

G  ems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean. 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation  ; 
Vainly  with  gifts  Avould  his  favour  secure ; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration ; 
Dearer  to  G-od  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  ! 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid  I 

Bishop  Heber. 

30.  JSTativity  of  Christ.  CM. 

1  Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join, 

And  chant  the  solermi  lay; 

Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 

To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  roll'd ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new  ; 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 
4 


31  CHRIST.  (50 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

The  impetuous  torrent  ran ; 

And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 

To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark!  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song: 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
The  harmonious,  heavenly  throng. 

6  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat : 

"  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
"  Good  will  and  peace  are  now  complete ; 
"Jesus  was  born  to  die."  Medley. 

31.   Birth  of  Christ.  CM. 

1  While  shepherd's  watch'd  their  flocks  by  night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  do"vvn, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind,) 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
"  To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "  To  you  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

"  Is  born  of  David's  line, 
"  The. Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 
"  And  this  shall  be  the  sign: 


51)  CHRIST.  32 

4  "  The  heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find 

"  To  human  view  display 'd, 
"  All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  swathing  bands, 
"  And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God  on  high, 
And  thus  address'd  their  song  ; 

6  ''  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

"  And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
"  Good  will  henceforth,  from  heav'n  to  men, 
"  Begin,  and  never  cease."  Tata, 

32.   Birth  of  the  Saviour.  7's. 

1  Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-bom  King  ! 

"  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
"  God  and  sinners  reconcil'd  !" 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 

Hail  the  heaven-born  Prmce  of  Peace, 
Hail  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 

3  Mild,  he  lays  his  glory  by; 

Bom  that  man  no  more  might  die; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth ; 
Bora  to  give  them  second  birth. 


33  CHRIST.  (55 

4  "  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  " — 
Let  us  all  the  anthem  sing — 
"  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
"God  and  sinners  reconciled." 

Rippori's  Col. 

33.  ChrisVs  Coming.  C.  M. 

1  Hark  !  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes  ! 

The  Saviour  promised  long ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  its  sacred  fire ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes — the  pris'ners  to  release. 

In  Satan's  bondage  held ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst. 
The  iron  fetters  yield  ! 

4  He  comes — from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray ; 
And  on  the  eye-balls  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes — the  broken  heart  to  bind; 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure ; 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 


53)  CHRIST.  3i 

6  Our  g]ad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 
Tliy  welcome  shall  proclaim ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 

With  thy  beloved  name.  Doddridge. 


34,  Gethsemane.    8,  6. 

1  Beyond  where  Cedron's  waters  flow, 
Behold  the  suffering  Saviour  go, 

To  sad  Gethsemane : 
His  countenance  is  all  divine, 
Yet  grief  appears  in  every  line. 

2  He  bows  beneath  the  sins  of  men — 
He  cries  to  God,  and  cries  again. 

In  sad  Gethsemane : 
He  lifts  his  mournful  eyes  above — 
"  My  Father  can  this  cup  remove  !'* 

3  With  gentle  resignation  still, 
He  yielded  to  his  Father's  will. 

In  sad  Gethsemane, — 
"  Behold  me  here,  thy  only  Son, 
"And,  Father,  let  thy  will  be  done." 

4  The  Father  heard,  and  angels  there 
Sustained  the  Son  of  God  in  prayer, 

In  sad  Gethsemane ; 
He  drank  the  dreadful  cup  of  pain, 
Then  rose  to  life  and  joy  again. 


Si  CHRIST.  (54 

5  When  storms  of  sorrow  round  us  sweep, 
And  scenes  of  anguish  make  us  weep, 

To  sad  Gethsemane 
We'll  look,  and  see  the  Saviour  there, 
And  humbly  bow,  like  him,  in  prayer. 

35.  Behold  the  Man.  L.  M. 

1  Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  man  I 

The  man  of  grief,  condemn'd  for  you ! 
The  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain  ! 
Weeping,  to  Calvary  pursue. 

2  His  sacred  limbs  they  stretch,  they  tear, 

With  nails  they  fasten  to  the  wood — 
His  sacred  limbs — exposed  and  bare. 
Or  only  cover'd  with  his  blood. 

3  Behold !  his  temples  crown'd  with  thorn 

His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide, 
His  streaming  feet  transfix'd  and  torn. 
The  fountain  gushing  from  his  side. 

4  Thou  dear,  thou  suffering  Son  of  God, 

How  doth  thy  heart  to  sinners  move ! 
Sprinkle  on  us  thy  precious  blood, 
And  melt  us  with  thy  dying  love  ! 

6  The  earth  could  to  her  centre  quake, 

Convuls'd,  when  her  Creator  died  : 
Oh,  may  our  inmost  nature  shake, 
And  bow  with  Jesus  crucified  ! 


65)  CHRIST.  36 

6  The  rocks  could  feel  thy  powerful  death, 
And  tremble,  and  asunder  part: 
Oh,  rend,  with  thy  expiring  breath, 
The  harder  marble  of  our  heart ! 

Whitfield's  Col, 

36.  Chrisl  Crucified.  L.  M, 

1  When  on  the  cross  my  Lord  I  see. 
Bleeding  to  death  for  wretched  me, 
Satan  and  sin  no  more  can  move, 
For  I  am  all  transform'd  to  love. 

2  His  thorns  and  nails  pierce  through  my  heart, 
In  every  groan  I  bear  a  part ; 

I  view  his  wounds  with  streaming  eyes. 
But  see — he  bows  his  head  and  dies  ! 

3  Come,  sinners,  view  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wounded,  and  dead,  and  bath'd  in  blood ! 
Behold  his  side,  and  venture  near; 

The  well  of  endless  life  is  here. 

4  Here  I  forget  my  cares  and  pains ; 

I  drink,  yet  still  my  thirst  remains : 
Only  the  fountain-head  above 
Can  satisfy  the  thirst  of  love. 

5  Oh  that  I  thus  could  always  feel ! 
Lord,  more  and  more  thy  love  reveal ; 
Then  my  glad  tongue  shall  loud  proclaim 
The  grace  and  glory  of  thy  name.        Newton. 


37,   38  CHRIST.  (56 

37.    Christ  Crucified.  L.  M. 

1  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 

On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast. 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet. 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love,  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all.     Watu* 

38.     Sufferings  and  Death.     L.  M. 

1  Slretch'd  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies; 
Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise : 

See  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide. 

2  But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound, 
And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound  ; 
The  vital  stream  how  free  it  flows, 

To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes  I 


I 


57)  CHRIST.  39 

3  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  wo, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow, 
And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain, 
Insensible  to  love,  or  pain  ? 

4  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart, 
To  Avarm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart ! 
Till  all  its  pow'rs  and  passions  move 

In  melting  grief,  and  ardent  love.        Steele. 

39.    Wonders  of  ike  Cross.   L.  M. 

1  Nature  with  open  volume  stands, 

To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad,     ' 
And  ev'ry  labour  of  his  hands 
Shows  something  Avorthy  of  a  God: 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  rescu'd  man, 
His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines; 
Here,  on  the  cross,  'tis  fairest  drawn. 
In  precious  blood  and  crimson  lines. 

1 3  Here  I  behold  his  inmost  heart, 
,     Where  grace  and  vengeance  strangely  join  ; 
Piercing  his  Son  with  sharpest  smart, 
To  make  the  purchas'd  pleasures  mii^e. 
4  Oh  !  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 
AVhere  God,  the  Saviour,  lov'd  and  died ! 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 
From  his  dear  woimds  and  bleedincr  side. 


40  CHRIST.  (53 

5  I  would  for  ever  speak  his  name, 
In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne.      Watts 

40.    ''  It  is  finished:'   L.  M. 

1  'Tis  finish'd — so  the  Saviour  cried; 
And  meekly  bow'd  his  head,  and  died  ! 
'Tis  finish'd — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victor}'  won. 

2  'Tis  finish'd — all  that  Heaven  decreed, 
And  all  that  ancient  prophets  said, 

Is  noAv  fulfill 'd,  as  was  design'd, 
In  me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finish'd — Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore; 
The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 

The  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 

4  'Tis  finish'd — this  my  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone ; 
Millions  shall  be  redeem'd  from  death 
By  this  my  last  expiring  breath. 

5  'Tis  finish'd — Heaven  is  reconcil'd, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoil'd : 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness,  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  nien. 


59)  CHRIST.  41 

6  'Tis  fiaish'd — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round ; 
'Tis  finish'd — let  the  echo  fly 
Thro'  heaven  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky. 


41.    ''  It  is  finished r    8,  7,  4. 

1  Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 
Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky  ! 

''It  is  finish'd!" 
Hear  the  Saviour  dying  cry. 

2  "  It  is  finish'd  !"  0  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  afford  I 

Heavenly  blessings  without  measure 

Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

"It  is  finish'd!" 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finish'd,  all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  ; 
Finish'd,  all  that  God  had  promis'd  ; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe : 

''■  It  is  finish'd  !" 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs ; 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 


42  CHRIST.  (60 

All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name. 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  !  .  Burder'sCoL 

42.    Jesus  on  Golgotha.    7's. 

1  Let  me  dwell  on  Golgotha, 
Weep,  and  lov^  my  life  aAvay  ! 
While  I  see  Him  on  the  tree, 
Weep,  and  bleed,  and  die  for  me  ! 

2  That  dear  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Shows  my  sin  in  all  its  guilt : 
Ah,  my  soul,  he  bore  thy  load  I 
Thou  hast  slain  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 

3  Hark  !  his  dymg  Avord,  "  Forgive, 
"  Father,  let  the  sinner  live : 

"  Simier,  wipe  thy  tears  away, 
"I  thy  ransom  freely  pay." 

4  While  I  hear  this  grace  reveal'd 
And  obtain  a  pardon  seal'd, 

All  my  soft  affections  move, 
Waken'd  by  the  force  of  love. 

5  Farewell,  world,  thy  gold  is  dross, 
Now  T  see  the  bleeding  Cross; 
Jesus  died  to  set  me  free 

From  the  law,  and  sin,  and  thee  ! 


6l)  CHRIST.  43 

6  He  has  dearly  bought  my  soul ; 
Lord,  accept,  and  claim  the  whole  ! 
To  thy  will  I  all  resign, 
Now  no  more  my  own,  but  thine. 

Newton. 


43.    Christ   Dyings  Risifig,  and  Reign- 
ing.    L.  M. 

1  He  dies  I  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  ! 

2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  ; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men ! 
But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again ! 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ! 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies  ! 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him.  Welcome  to  the  skies! 

5  Dry  up  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns; 


44  CHRIST.  (fi^ 

Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant    death,  in  chains. 

6  Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  glorious  Kmg, 

"  Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !" 
Then  ask,  ''  0  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
"  And  where  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ?" 

Watt's  Lyr. 

44.   The  Lord  is  risen.  7's 

1  Christ  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day, 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say : 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply ! 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done. 
Fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won: 
Jesus'  agony  is  o'er. 

Darkness  veils  the  earth  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  him  rise, 
Christ  has  open'd  paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ! 

"  Where,  0  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 

Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save ; 

"  Where's  thy  victor)^,  boasting  grave  ?" 

Cudvrorth.. 


)  CHRIST.  45 

45.  ChrisVs  Resurrection.   H.  M. 

1  Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose, 

The  Saviour  left  the  dead, 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  raised  his  conquering  head : 
In  wild  dismay,  The  guards  around 
Fall  to  the  ground.  And  sink  away. 

2  Lo !  the  angelic  bands 

In  full  assembly  meet. 
To  wait  his  high  commands, 

And  worship  at  his  feet  : 
Joyful  they  come.  And-  wing  their  way, 
From  realms  of  day,  To  Jesus'  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 

The  joyful  news  to  bear ; 
Hark !  as  they  soar  on  high. 

What  music  fills  the  air  ! 
Their  anthems  say,  "Jesus,  who  bled, 
"Hath  left  the  dead;  He  rose  to-day." 

4  Ye  mortals  catch  the  sound, 

Redeem'd  by  him  from  hell, 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell : 
Transported  cry,  "  Jesus,  who  bled, 
"Hath  left  the  dead,  No  more  to  die." 

5  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 

Who  sav'st  us  with  thy  blood ! 


46  CHniST.  (64 

Wide  be  thy  name  ador'd, 

Thou  rising,  reigning  God  I 
With  thee  we  rise,  With  thee  we  reign, 
And  empires  gain  Beyond  the  skies. 

Doddridge. 

46.   Resurrection  and  Ascension.   7's. 

1  Angels  roll  the  rock  away  ! 
Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey  I 
See,  the  Saviour  quits  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  Shout,  ye  seraphs ;  Gabriel,  raise 
Thine  eternal  trump  of  praise ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  to  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes ; 
See  theConqu'ror  mount  the  skies  ; 
Troops  of  angels  on  the  road. 
Hail  and  sing  the  incarnate  God. 

4  Heav'n  unfolds  her  portals  wide : 
Glorious  Hero,  through  them  ride ; 
King  of  glory,  mount  thy  throne, 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

5  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs, 
Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  ; 
Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs, 
From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 


65)  CHRIST.  47 

6  Let  Immanuel  be  ador'd ; 
Ransom,  Mediator,  Lord : 
To  creation's  utmost  bound 
Let  the  immortal  praise  resound.     Gibbons. 

47.     Christ's  Exaltation.     L.  M. 

1  What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring, 

To  thee,  0  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing, 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 

2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  Life,  that  groan'd  and  died  ; 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign, 
At  his  Almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  due. 

Who  stood  condemn'd  at  Pilate's  bar : 
Wisdom  belongs  to  Jesus  too, 

Tho'  he  was  charged  with  madness  here, 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 

Yet  he  sustain'd  amazing  loss : 
To  him  ascribe  eternal  might, 
Who  left  his  weakness  on  the  cross. 

5  Honor  immortal  must  be  paid, 

Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn ; 

While  glory  shines  around  his  head, 

And  a  bright  cro^.vn  without  a  thorn. 
3 


48  CHRIST.  (66 

6  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men ; 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say.  Amen.  Watti 

48.   Chrisfs  Intercession.   L.  M. 

1  He  lives  !  the  great  Redeemer  lives, 
What  joy  the  bless'd  assurance  gives  I 
And  now,  before  his  Father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice  arm'd,  with  frowns  appears : 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence,  then,  ye  black  despairing  thoughts ; 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise. 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark  distressful  hour. 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  Almighty  Friend  ! 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend  : 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 

For  Jesus  pleads  and  must  prevail.     Steele. 


r)  CHRIST.  49,  50 

49.  Christ's  Mediation.    S.  M. 

1  Raise  your  triumphant  songs 
To  an  immortal  tune ; 

Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  Eternal  Love      • 
Its  chief  Beloved  chose  ; 

And  bid  him  raise  our  ruin'd  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 
No  terror  clothes  his  brow ; 

No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'T  was  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 
And  wrath  stood  silent  by — 

When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 
Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease; 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 

And  take  the  off'er'd  peace.  Watts. 

50,  Christ  the  Redeemer.    L.  M. 
1  Behold  !  the  blind  their  sight  receive  ! 

Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live  ! 

The  dumb  speak  wonders  !  and  the  lame 

Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name  ; 


&1  CHRIST.  (68 

2  Thus  doth  the  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  seal  the  mission  of  his  Son ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

3  He  dies ;  the  heavens  in  mourning  stood ; 
He  rises  !  and  appears  a  God  ! 

Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die  I 

4  Hence  and  for  ever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine.       Watts. 

51.   Praise  to  the  Redeemer.    8,  7. 

1  Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus  ! 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring ; 
By  thy  death  thou  didst  release  us 
From  the  tyrant's  deadly  sting. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid : 
Great  High  Priest,  by  God  anointed, 
Thou  hast  full  atonement  made. 

3  Contrite  sinners  are  forgiven. 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood  : 
Open'd  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 
Peace  is  made  for  man  with  God. 


69)  CHRIST.  52 

4  Jesus,  hail,  enthron'd  in  glory  ! 

There  for  ever  to  abide ; 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  thee, 
Seated  at  thy  Father's  side. 

5  There  for  shiners  thou  art  pleaduig, 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 
Till  in  heaven  we  appear. 

6  Glory,  honor,  power,  and  blessing 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive; 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give.       Rippon's  Coi. 

52.   Redeeming  Love.    7's. 

1  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  ; 

Ye,  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeemmg  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove. 
Cancel'd  by  redeeming  love. 


53  CHRIST.  \  (70 

4  Ye,  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin! 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop,  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome,  all  by  sin  oppress'd, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest : 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 

*  Nothing,  but  redeeming  love. 

6  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring. 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string : 
Mortals,  join  the  hosts  above, 

Join  to  praise  redeeming  love.  Madan's  Coi. 

53.    Coronation  of  Chrisi.    CM. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Brmg  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God,. 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  red, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Hail  him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David,  Lord  did  call : 

The  God  incarnate  !  Man  Divine  I 

And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 


7l)  CHRIST.  54> 

4  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

5  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  every  kuidred,  every  tribe. 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all.   Duncan. 

54.     Chris  fs  dyi7ig  love.     C.  M. 

1  How  condescending  and  how  kind 

Was  God's  eternal  Son ! 
Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows, 
But  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 

3  This  was  compassion  like  a  God — 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 


56  CHRIST.  (72 

4  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 
His  love  is  still  as  great: 
Well  he  remembers  Cavalry — 

Nor  let  his  saints  forget.  Watta. 

55.     Christ  our  sacrifice.     S.  M. 

1  Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  ray  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear. 
When  hanging  on  th'  accursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sinof  his  bleeding  love.  \v^tt= 


73)  CHRIST.  56,  57 

56.  Christ  our  Justification.  C.  M. 

1  Vain  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 

On  their  own  works  have  built ; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murmuring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 
G-uilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law 

To  justify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace  ! 

When  in  thy  name  we  trust. 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 

That  makes  the  sinner  just.  Watts. 

57.  Christ  the  Way.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness 

T'U  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 


58  CHRIST.  (W 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  my  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
Come  hither,  soul,  "  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am ; 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give — 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round. 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood. 
And  say,  "Behold  the  way  to  God." 

Cennick. 

58.     Christ,    "The     Way,     Truth,    and 
Life:''    CM. 

1  Thou  art  the  Way,  to  thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him.  Lord,  by  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth — thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  instruct  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 


75)  CHRIST.  59 

3  Thou  art  the  Life — the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conqu'ring  arm ; 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee, 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life- 

Grant  us  that  AVay  to  know. 
That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  Avin, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow.  Bp.  Doaue. 

59.  Christ  our  Hiding-place.  L.  M. 

1  Hail,  sovereign  love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  ! 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding-place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
■    I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high  ; 

Despis'd  the  off'ers  of  his  grace. 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding-place. 

3  Enwrapp'd  in  dark  Egyptian  night. 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light, 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race. 

Secure  without  a  hiding-place. 

4  But  thus  the  eternal  counsel  ran : 

"  Almighty  love  !  arrest  the  man;" 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
And  found  1  had  no  hiding-place. 


60  CHRIST. 


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5  Vindictive  Justice  stood  in  view , 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew ; 

But  Justice  cried,  with  frowning  face, 
"  This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place." 

6  But  lo  I  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard  ! 
And  mercy's  angel  soon  appear'd ; 
Who  led  me  on,  a  pleasing  pace, 
To  Jesus  Christ,  my  hiding-place. 

7  On  him  Almighty  vengeance  fell. 
Which  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell ; 
He  bore  it  for  his  chosen  race. 

And  now  he  is  my  hiding-place.        Brewer. 

60.  The  Star  of  Beihlehem.  L.  M. 

1  When  marshal! 'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky ; 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train. 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark,  hark!  to  God  the  chorus  breaks. 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode. 

The  storm  was  loud — the  night  was  dark ; 
The  ocean  yawn'd — and  rudely  blow'd 
The  wind  that  toss'd  mv  foundering  bark. 


77)  CHRIST.  61 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And,  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now,  safely  moor'd — my  perils  o'er — 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever,  and  for  evermore. 
The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 

Henry  Kirke  White. 

61.  Physician  of  Souls.  L.  M. 

1  Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made, 

Where  shall  the  sinner  fmd  a  cure  ? 
In  vain,  alas,  is  nature's  aid — 

The  work  exceeds  all  nature's  pow'r. 

2  And  can  no  sov'reign  balm  be  found  ? 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 
To  ease  the  pain  and  heal  the  wound, 
Ere  life  and  hope  for  ever  fly  ? 

3  There  is  a  great  Physician  near, 

Look  up,  0  fainting  soul,  and  live; 
See,  in  his  heav'nly  smiles  appear 
Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give ! 


62  CHRIST.  (78 

4  See,  in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood, 

Life,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  flow! 
'Tis  only  this  dear  sacred  flood 
Can  ease  thy  pain  and  heal  thy  wo.    Steele. 

62.  Christ  a  Refuge  from  ihe  Storm.  7's. 

1  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul  I 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high! 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide. 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide; 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee; 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone. 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  0  Christ,  art  all  I  want; 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 


79)  CHRIST.  63,  64 

Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

Cowper. 

63.  Christ  our  Shepherd.  S.  M. 

1  The  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 
I  shall  he  well  supplied: 

Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place, 
Where  heav'nly  pasture  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pass. 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim ; 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
T  cannot  yield  to  fear ! 

Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  death's  dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd 's  with  me  there.        Watts. 

64.  Christ  the  best  Friend.  8,  7. 
1  One  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  broiher's. 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end ! 


65  CHRIST.  (80 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could,  or  would,  have  shed  his  blood? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconcil'd,  in  him,  to  God. 

3  When  he  liv'd  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same: 

4  0  for  grace  our  liearts  to  soften ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love; 
We,  alas !  forget  too  often 
What  a  Friend  we  have  above.     Newton. 

65.  Bartimeus.  8,  7. 

1  "Mercy,  0  thou  Son  of  David!" 

Thus  blind  Bartimeus  pray'd; 
"  Others  by  thy  word  are  saved, 
"Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid." 

2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  call'd  the  louder  still; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 
"Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  used  to  live ; 
But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted. 

Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give; 


81 )  CHRIST.  66 

4  "  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

"Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day;" 
Straight  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness, 
FoUow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  Oh !  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around, 
"Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing? 
"What  a  Saviour  I  have  found! 

6  "  Oh !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

"And  would  be  advis'd  by  me! 
"Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him, 
"He  would  cause  them  all  to  see.'\Newton. 

66.    Christ  our  Co?ifidence.    6,  4. 

1  My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine  ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
0  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart ; 

My  zeal  inspire : 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
0  may  my  love  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 
6 


67  CHRIST.  («» 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Ee  thou  my  guide  : 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll. 
Blest  Saviour,  then  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
0  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransom 'd  soul  !  Ray  Palmer. 

67.    Characters  of  Christ.   H.  M. 
1  Join  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 
That  ever  mortals  knew. 
That  angels  ever  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth  — 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 
2  Jesus^  my  great  High  Priest, 
Offer'd  his  blood  and  died ; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 
No  sacrifice  beside : 
His  pow'rful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 


j)  CHRIST.  68 

3  My  Advocate  appears 
For  my  defence  on  high ; 
The  Father  bows  his  ears, 
And  lays  his  thunder  by. 

Not  all  that  hell  or  sin  can  say, 
Shall  turn  his  heart,  his  love  away. 

4  My  dear  Almighty  Lord, 
My  Conqueror  and  my  Knig^ 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing. 

Thine  is  the  pow'r  ;  behold  I  sit, 
In  willing  bends,  beneath  thy  feet. 

5  Should  all  the  hosts  of  death, 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  most  dreadftil  forms 
Of  rage  and  mischief  on, 

I  shall  be  safe — for  Christ  displays 
Superior  pow'r,  and  guardian  grace,     watts. 

68.   Free  Grace.    12's. 
1  The  voice  of  free  grace 

Cries,  Escape  to  the  mountain ; 
For  all  that  believe, 

Christ  has  open'd  a  fountain  ; 
For  sin  and  pollution. 

And  every  transgression, 

^Tis  blood  floAvs  most  freely 

In  streams  of  salvation. 


% 

CHRIST.  (84 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  has  purchased  our  pardon  ; 
We^ll  praise  him  again, 

When  ice  pass  over  Jordan. 
Ye  souls  that  are  wounded, 

To  the  Saviour  repair  : 
Now  he  calls  you  in  mercy, 

And  can  you  forbear  ? 
Though  your  sins  are  increased 

As  high  as  a  mountain, 
His  blood  can  remove  them — 

It  streams  from  the  fountain. 
Now  Jesus,  our  King, 

Reigns  triumphantly  glorious; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell, 

He  is  more  than  victorious. 
With  shouting  proclaim  it, 

0  trust  in  his  passion ; 
He  saves  us  most  freely — 

Oh,  precious  salvation ! 
With  joy  shall  we  stand. 

When  escaped  to  the  shore; 
With  harp  in  our  hand 

We'll  praise  him  the  more ; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  plains 

On  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation 

For  ever  and  ever.  Thornby 


85)  CHRIST.  69,  70 

G9.    The  Blood  of  Christ.    C.  M. 

1  There  is  a  fountain,  fill'd  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins, 
And  sinners,  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  rl-.y  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save; 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave.  Cowper. 

TO.   Redemption.    C.  M. 
1  Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  Avretched  sinners  lay  ; 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day  ! 


71  CHRIST.  ( 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw — and  oh  amazing  love ! 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled  ; 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  spoil'd  the  powers  of  darkness  thus, 

And  brake  our  iron  chains; 
Jesus  has  freed  our  captive  souls 
From  everlasting  pains. 

5  Oh,  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break ; 
And  all  harmonious,  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak.  Watta. 

71.    The  Lamb  of  God.    CM. 

1  Sinners,  "  behold  the  Lamb  of  God," 

Who  takes  away  our  guilt ; 
Look  to  the  precious,  priceless  blood, 
That  JcAvs  and  Gentiles  spilt. 

2  From  heaven  he  came  to  seek  and  save, 

Leaving  his  blest  abode: 
To  ransom  us,  himself  he  gave ; 
"Behold  the  Lamb  of  God!" 


87)  CHRIST.  72 

3  Sinners,  to  Jesus  then  draw  near, 

Invited  by  his  word ; 
The  chief  of  sinners  need  not  fear  ; 
"Behold  the  Lamb  of  God!" 

4  Backliders,  too,  the  Saviour  calls, 

And  washes  in  his  blood ; 
Arise,  return  from  grievous  falls ; 
"Behold  the  Lamb  of  God!"  ^ 

5  In  every  state,  and  time,  and  place, 

Naught  plead  but  Jesus'  blood ; 
However  wretched  be  your  case, 

"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God !"    Hosking. 

72.   Looking  to  the  Cross.    C.  M. 

1  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

3  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

And  plung'd  me  in  despair; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 


73  CHRIST.  (88 

4  Alas !  I  knew  not  what  I  did; 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain — 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"I  freely  all  forgive : 
"  This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
"  I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

6  Thus,  while  his -death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace,) 

It  seals  my  pardon  too.  Neirton. 

73.   Repentance.    CM. 

1  Oh,  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore  ; 
When  knotty  whips  and  ragged  thorns 
His  sacred  body  tore  I 

2  'Twere  you,  my  sins,  my  cruel  sins, 

His  chief  tormentors  were  : 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
And  unbelief  the  spear. 

3  'Twere  you  that  pull'd  the  vengeance  down 

Upon  his  guiltless  head ; 
Break,  break,  my  heart ;  Oh,  burst,  mine  eyes, 
And  let  my  sorrows  bleed. 


89)  CHRIST.  74, 

4  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  stubborn  soul. 
Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyes 
In  undissembled  wo.  Watts. 

7  4.  Sorrow  for  Sufferings  of  Christ.  CM. 

1  Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 

And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I? 

2  Thy  body  slain,  dear  Jesus,  thine, 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 

While  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine 

The  glorious  Suff'erer  stood  I 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  I  grace  unkno-\vn ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Saviour,  died 
For  man,  the  rebel's,  sin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  my  eyes  in  tears.  ' 


75  CHRIST  (90 

6  But  drops  of  tears  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away — 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do.  Waiu. 

7  5.    Wonderful  Love  of  Christ.   L.M. 

1  Come,  let  me  love,  or  is  my  mind 

Harden'd  to  stone,  or  froze  to  ice? 
I  see  the  blessed  Fair  One  bend. 

And  stoop  t'embrace  me  from  the  skiesj 

2  Oh !  'tis  a  thought  would  melt  a  rock 

And  make  a  heart  of  iron  move. 
That  those  sweet  lips,  that  heavenly  look, 
Should  seek  and  wish  a  mortal  love ! 

3  I  was  a  traitor  doom'd  to  fire, 

Bound  to  sustain  eternal  pains; 
He  flew  on  wings  of  strong  desire, 

Assum'd  my  guilt  and  took  my  chains. 

4  Infinite  grace !  almighty  charms ! 

Stand  in  amaze,  ye  rolling  skies  I 
Jesus,  the  God,  extends  his  arms, 
Hangs  on  a  cross  of  love,  and  dies. 

5  Did  pity  ever  stoop  so  low, 

Dress'd  in  divinity  and  blood? 
Was  ever  rebel  courted  so 
In  groans  of  an  expiring  God  ? 


91)  CHRIST.  76 

6  Again  he  lives,  and  spreads  his  hands, 

Hands  that  were  nail'd  to  torturing  smart: 
"By  these  dear  wounds,"  says  he,  and  stands, 
And  prays  to  clasp  me  to  his  heart. 

7  Sure  I  must  lore ;  or  are  my  ears 

Still  deaf,  nor  will  my  passions  move  ? 
Lord!  melt  this  stubborn  heart  to  tears; 
This  heart  shall  yield  to  death,  or  love. 

Watts. 

76.   Love  to  Christ.   C.  M. 

1  Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name ; 

'Tis  music  to  mine  ear; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear, 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels,  to  thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 
'     And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  thee  most  richly  meet; 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 


77  CHRIST.  (fl2 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 
With  my  last  laboring  breath ; 
Then  speechless  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death.  Doddridge. 

77.   J\^oi  ashamed  of  Jesus.    L.  M. 

1  Jesus !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  I 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise. 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days? 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star: 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mme. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  I — -just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon: 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  He, 
Bright  morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee,. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus! — that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend? 
No!  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus ! — yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away  ; 
No  tear  to  Avipe ;  no  good  to  crave ; 
No  fear  to  quell — no  soul  to  save. 


93)  CHRIST.  78 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain! 
And  Oh,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me.     Gregg. 

7  8.   Loving  Kindness.   L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays. 

And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me: 
His  loving  kindness,  Oh,  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall. 

Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate : 
His  loving  kindaess,  Oh,  how  great  I 

3  Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along : 

His  loving  kindness,  Oh,  how  strong  ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud. 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  : 
His  loving  kindness,  Oh,  how  good  ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
Bat  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 


79,  80  CHRIST.  (31 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death.     Medley. 

79.    Glory  of  Christ.   S.  M. 

1  My  Saviour  and  my  King, 

Thy  beauties  are  divine ; 
Thy  lips  with  "blessings  overflow, 
And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glories  known,  _ 

Gird  on  thy  dreadful  sword,  fl 

And  ride  in  majesty,  to  spread 
The  conquests  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  stubborn  foes, 

Or  melt  their  hearts  t'  obey  ; 
While  justice,  meekness,  grace,  and  truth. 
Attend  thy  glorious  way.  Waits. 

80.    Lamb  of  God  worshipped.    C.  M. 

1  Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 

With  angels  round  the  throne ;  i 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues,     I 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus  : 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 


95)  CHRIST.  81 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  pow'r  divine ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4  Let  all  who  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas. 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high. 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one. 

To  bless  the  sacred  name. 
Of  Him  who  sits  upon  the  throne. 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb.  Watts. 

8 1  •  Ckrisfs  Passion  and  Exaltation.  S.M. 

1  Come,  all  harmonious  tongues. 

Your  noblest  music  bring  ; 
'Tis  Christ,  the  everlasting  God, 
And  Christ,  the  man,  we  sing. 

2  Tell  how  he  took  our  flesh. 

To  take  away  our  guilt; 
Sing  the  dear  drops  of  sacred  blood 
That  hellish  monsters  spilt. 

3  Down  to  the  shades  of  death 

He  bow'd  his  awful  head  ; 

Yet  he  arose  to  live  and  reign 

When  death  itself  is  dead. 


82  HOLY    SPIRIT.  (96 

4  No  more  the  bloody  spear, 

The  cross  and  nails  no  more ; 
For  hell  itself  shakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore.       Watts. 


HOI.Y    SPIRIT. 


82.   Breathing  after  the  Spirit.    C.  M. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys : 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  I  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  1 


HOLY    SPIRIT.  83 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours.         Watts. 

83.   Prayer  for  the  Spirit.    S.  M. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come. 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood; 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith ; 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never  dying  love. 

4  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul. 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

5  Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee.        Hart. 


84,  85  HOLY    SPIRIT.  («8 

84.   Prayer  for  the  Spirit.    L.  M. 

1  Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above. 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare: 
Lead  to  thy  word,  that  rules  must  give, 
And  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display. 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way; 

Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart. 

That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

4  Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

5  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
In  his  enjoyment  to  be  bless'd ; 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is.        b— . 

85»  Prayer  for  the  Spirit.  7's. 
1  Gracious  Spirit,  Love  divine ! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine, 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove. 
Fill  me  full  of  heaven  and  love. 


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99)  HOLY    SPIRIT.  86 

2  Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burden'd  sinner  free ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart: 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray. 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way : 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine  ; 
Keep  me,  Lord,  for  ever  thine,    stocker. 


86.  Prayer   for   the    Spirifs  Influences. 
L.  M. 

1  Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay. 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite; 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been. 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  receiv'd; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen. 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  griev'd ; 

3  Yet,  0!  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 


87,  88  IIOLV    SPIRIT.  (lOO 

4  E'en  now  my  weary  soul  release, 

Upraise  me  with  thy  gracious  hand, 
Guide  me  into  tliy  perfect  peace, 
And  brmg  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

Wesley. 

87.  The  Little  Cloud.  7's. 

1  Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  a  human  hand? 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies. 
Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land. 

2  Lo,  the  promise  of  a  shower — 

Drops  already  from  above : 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 
All  the  blessings  of  his  love. 

3  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day ; 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run. 
Now  it  wins  its  widening  way. 

4  Sons  of  God,  your  Saviour  praise ; 

He  the  door  hath  open'd  wide; 
He  hath  given  the  word  of  grace ; 

Jesus'  word  is  glorified.  Wesley. 

88.   Vision  of  Dry  Bones.  L.  M. 
1  Look  down,  0  Lord,  Avith  pitying  eye; 
See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie; 
Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground. 
And  scatters  slaughter'd  heaps  around. 


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lOl)  HOLY    SPIRIT.  89 

2  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain; 

In  rain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry 
Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

3  But  by  thy  Spirit's  quickening  breath, 

Life  spreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death ; 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice ; 
They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice. 

Doddridge. 

89.  Operations  of  the  Spirit.  L.  M. 

1  Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 

And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thy  heav'nly  ray. 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sia; 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice, 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind. 

And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind.       vvatts. 


90,   91  HOLY    SPIRIT.  (102 

90.  Regeneration  bij  the  Spinf.  C.  M. 

1  Not  all  the  ounvard  forms  on  earth, 

Nor  rites  that  God  has  given, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace; 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new,  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 

Breathes  on  the  sons  of  flesh, 
New  models  all  the  carnal  mind. 
And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quicken 'd  souls  awake  and  rise 

From  the  long  sleep  of  death; 
On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praise  employs  our  breath.       Watu. 

91.  Regeneration  by  the  Spirit.  C.  M. 

1  How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies. 

Unconscious  of  its  load  I 
The  heart  unchang'd  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught  beneath  a  pow'r  divine 

The  stubborn  will  subdue? 
'Tis  thine,  almighty  Spirit,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 


103)  WARNING.  92 

3  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recal, 

And  upwards  bid  them  rise; 

To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 

From  reason's  darken'deyes; 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live: 
A  beam  of  heav'n,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

5  O  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine! 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  pow'rs, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine.  Steele. 


"WARNIWO. 


92.    The  mw  Birth.   C.  P.  M. 

1  Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound. 
My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 

Expos'd  to  endless  wo ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Or  else  to  ruin  go. 

2  Amaz'd  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
AVhich  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell ; 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near: 


92  WARNINff.  (104 

I  Strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain: 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again  I" 
Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head  ; 

I  no  relief  could  find. 
This  dreadful  truth  renew'd  my  pain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  bom  again !" 

And  whelm'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  oppressive  load: 
Alas !  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  bom  again," 

Or  feel  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare ; 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay. 

The  gracious  Saviour  pass'd  this  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move : 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain. 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  Redeeming  love.         Ockuro, 


ioj)  warning.  93, 94< 

93.   Ye  must  be  bor?i  again.    C.  M. 

1  Sinners,  this  solemn  truth  regard, 

Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men ; 
For  Christ  the  Saviour  hath  declar'd, 
''Ye  must  be  born  again." 

2  Whate'er  might  be  your  birth  or  blood,  ' 

The  sinner's  boast  is  vain ; 
Thus  saith  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 
"Ye  must  be  bom  again." 

3  Our  nature  totally  deprav'd, 

The  heart  a  sink  of  sin ; 
Without  a  change  we  can't  be  sav'd; 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

4  Spirit  of  life,  thy  grace  impart, 

And  breathe  on  sinners  slain ; 
Bear  witness,  Lord,  in  ev'ry  heart. 

That  we  are  born  again.  Hoskins. 

94.    The  Judgme?it  hastening.    C.  M. 

1  Now  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour, 

0  sinners,  come  away ; 
The  Saviour  's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arise,  without  delay. 

2  Oh !  don't  refuse  to  give  him  room, 

Lest  mercy  should  withdraw : 
He  '11  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come 
To  execute  his  law. 


95  WARMNG.  (106 

3  Then  where,  poor  mortals,  will  you  be, 

If  destitute  of  grace; 
When  you  your  injured  Judge  shall  see, 
And  stand  before  his  face? 

4  Oh  I  could  you  shun  that  dreadful  sight, 

How  would  you  wish  to  fly 
To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  night, 
From  that  all-searching  eye  I 

5  The  dead,  awake,  must  all  appear. 

And  you  among  them  stand, 
Before  the  great  impartial  bar, 
Arraign'd  at  Christ's  left  hand. 

6  Let  not  these  warnmgs  be  in  vain, 

But  lend  a  listening  ear; 
Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again, 
When  wrapt  in  keen  despair.        Cowper. 

95.  Repent.  C.  M. 

1  Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 

Nor  longer  dare  delay; 
The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  0  humbly  in  his  presence  bow. 

And  all  your  guilt  confess: 
Accept  the  offer 'd  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 


107)  WARNING.  96 

3  Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar; 
For  mercy  knows  the  appointed  bound, 
And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 

4  Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call. 

And  yet  prolong  our  days! 
Our  hearts,  subdued  by  goodness,  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 

Doddridge. 


96.   Warning.  L.  M. 

1  Sinner,  0  why  so  thoughtless  grown; 

Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die, 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly! 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate. 

Urged  on  by  sin's  delusive  dreams. 
Madly  attempt  th'  infernal  gate, 

And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

3  Stay,  sinner,  on  the  gospel  plains; 

Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  pains. 
For  ever  telling,  yet  untold ! 

Watts'  changed. 


97,  98  WARNING.  (l08 

97 .  Warning  to  prepare  fo?'  Death .  C.  M. 

1  Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear — 

Repent!  thy  end  is  nigh! 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far; 
Oh,  think  before  thou  die! 

2  Reflect — thou  hast  a  soul  to  save: 

Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount ! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave' 

How  stands  that  dread  account? 
■    3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence: 

His  time,  there's  none  can  tell: 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 

To  heaven — or  to  hell ! 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care. 

Shall  crawling  worms  consume ; 
But,  ah !  destruction  stops  not  there — 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

5  To-day  the  Gospel  calls — to-day, 

Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you : 
'  Let  every  one  forsake  his  way, 

And  mercy  will  ensue.  Haru 

98.   To-Day.  Ts. 
1  Haste,  0  sinner,  to  be  wise. 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun: 

Wisdom  warns  thee,  from  the  skies. 

All  the  paths  of  death  to  shun. 


))  wARi\n\G.  99 

2  Haste,  and  mercy  now  implore; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
Thy  probation  may  be  o'er, 
Ere  this  evening's  work  is  done. 

3  Haste,  while  yet  thou  canst  be  blest: 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun: 
Death  may  e'en  thy  soul  arrest 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

99.    The  accepted  Time.    C.  M. 

1  To-morroiv,  Lord,  is  thine, 

Lodg'd  in  thy  sov'reign  hand  ; 
And,  if  its  sun  arise  and  shme, 
,  It  shines  by  thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away ; 
Oh,  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  Since  on  this  winged  hour 

Eternity  is  hung. 
Waken,  by  thy  almighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

4  One  thing  demands  our  care; 

Oh,  be  it  still  pursu'd — 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renew'd — 


100  WARNING.  (UO 

5  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 

Swift  as  the  morning  light, 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beam  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night.  Doddridge. 

lOO.  Delay  J\'oi.   ll's. 

1  Delay  not,  delay  not^  O  sinner,  draw  near, 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee: 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 
Redemption  is  purchas'd,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not — why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  thy  God  7 
A  fountain  is  open'd,  how  can'st  thou  refuse 
To  wash  and  be  cleans'd  in  his  pardoning  blood. 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  to  come. 

For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee  to-day: 
Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb; 
Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass  away. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not — the  Spirit  of  Grace,  [flight; 

Long  griev'd  and  resisted,  may  take  its  sad 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race — 
To  sink  in  the  vale  of  eternity's  night. 

5  Delay  not,  delay  not — the  hour  is  at  hand —  [fade ; 

The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heavens  shall 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment  shall 

SI  and; 
What  pow'r  then,  O  sinner!  shall  lend  thee 

its  aid !  9.  Soogs. 


Ill)  WARNING.  101,   102 

101.    Prisoners  of  Hope.    L.  M. 

1  Prisoners  of  sin,  and  Satan  too, 
The  Saviour  calls — he  calls  for  you : 

Ye  who  have  sold  yourselves  for  nought, 
Jesus  your  liberty  hath  bought. 

2  He  came  to  set  the  captives  free ; 
He  came  to  publish  liberty ; 

To  bind  the  broken-hearted  up, 
And  give  despairing  sinners  hope. 

3  Prisoners  of  hope,  why  will  you  die? 
Why  from  the  only  refuge  fly? 
Jesus,  our  hiding-place  and  tower, 
Invites  the  guilty  and  the  poor. 

4  The  great  Redeemer  lived  and  died  ; 
The  Prince  of  Life  was  crucified ; 

He  shed  his  own  most  precious  blood, 
To  ransom  guilty  souls  for  God.       Hoskins. 

102*  Believe^  and  be  saved.  L.  M. 

1  Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 

Did  Christ  the  Son  of  God  appear; 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen, 
No  flaming  sword,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 

He  lov'd  the  race  of  man  so  well, 
He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 
Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 


103  wARMrs'G.  (112 

.3  Sinuers,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Trust  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live ; 
A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 
His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 
4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies  , 

On  rebels  who  refuse  his  grace; 
Who  God's  eternal  Son  despise, 

The  hottest  hell  shall  be  their  place.  Waiis. 

1  03«   My  Spirit  shall  not  always  strive. 
L.  M. 

1  Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 

Oft  whisper 'd  to  thy  secret  soul. 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin. 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wratb, 

And  warned  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice. 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call, 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kmd ; 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 


113)  WARNING.  104» 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  harden 'd,  self-destroying  man; 
Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

6  Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  day 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be ; 
Oh,  shouldst  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee.  Hyde. 

104.    The  Saviour  knocking.    C.  M. 

1  Amazing  sight,  the  Saviour  stands 

And  knocks  at  every  door ! 
^        Ten  thousand  blessings  in  his  hands 
To  satisfy  the  poor. 

2  "Behold,"  he  saith,  "I  bleed  and  die 

"  To  bring  you  to  my  rest  : 
"Hear,  sinners,  while  I'm  passing  by, 
"And  be  for  ever  blest. 

3  "Will  you  despise  my  bleeding  love, 

"And  choose  the  way  to  hell? 
"  Or  in  the  glorious  realms  above 
"With  me  for  ever  dwell? 

4  "  Not  to  condemm  your  wretched  race 

"Have  I  in  Judgment  come; 

"  But  to  display  unbounded  grace, 

"And  bring  lost  sinners  home. 


105  WARNING.  (114 

5  "  Will  you  go  down  to  endless  night, 

"And  bear  eternal  pain? 
"Or  in  the  glorious  realms  of  light 
"  With  me  for  ever  reign  ? 

6  "Say — will  you  hear  my  gracious  voice, 

"  And  have  your  sins  forgiven  ? 
"Or  will  you  make  that  wretched  choice, 
"And  bar  yourselves  from  heaven?" 

105.    Grieve  not  the  Spirit.    S.  M. 

1  And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 

The  call  of  love  divine  ? 
Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite, 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast, 
Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
With  all  thy  sins  opprest? 

3  To-day,  a  pardoning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray  ; 
To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

4  But  grace,  so  dearly  bought, 

If  yet  thou  wilt  despise, 
Thy  fearful  doom,  with  vengeance  fraught. 
Will  fill  thee  with  surprise.  Hyde. 


WARxNIIsG.  106 

106.    Sinners  entreated.    C.  M. 

1  Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard  I 

His  mercy  speaks  to-day; 
He  calls  you,  by  his  sovereign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

3  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell ; 

Why  will  you  persevere  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell. 
Shut  up  in  black  despair? 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways. 

Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travail  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  wo  ! 

5  But  he  who  turns  to  God  shall  live, 

Through  his  abounding  grace : 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 

6  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  every  sin ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 


107  WARNING.  (n« 

7  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts ; 
He  pardons  like  a  God  : 
He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults. 
Through  a  Redeemer's  blood.       Fawcett. 

107.    '' Weighed  in  the  balancer    L.  M. 

1  Raise,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye, 
Behold  the  Judgment  drawing  nigh : 
Behold,  the  balance  is  display 'd. 

And  thou  must  be  exactly  weigh 'd. 

2  See  in  one  scale  God's  holy  law; 

Mark  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw ; 

Canst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain  ? 

Thy  works  how  light !  thy  thoughts  how  vain ! 

3  Behold  the  hand  of  God  appears, 
And  writes  in  dreadful  characters, 

"  TeMV  thy  soul  is  wanting  found; 
With  trembling  hear  the  awful  sound. 

4  Let  fear  thy  sin-bound  heart  embrace; 
Let  guilty  shame  o'erspread  thy  face ; 
Conviction  through  thy  conscience  roll, 
And  deep  repentance  fill  thy  soul. 

5  One  only  hope  can  yet  prevail : 
Jesus  for  thee  can  turn  the  scale ; 
Can  give  thy  guilty  conscience  peace ; 

And  save  thee  by  his  righteousness.  Doddridge. 


in)  WARNING.  lOB 

108.  Sinner,  Prepare  to  meet  God.  7's. 

1  Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure  ? 

Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bared. 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  I 
For  his  judgment  stand  prepar'd — 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth,  affrighted,  hastes  to  flee ; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax ; 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 

You,  who  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide 

When  the  world  is  wrapp'd  in  flame  ? 

5  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace, 

Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath ; 
And  our  souls  be  call'd  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 

6  Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 

Listen  to  the  Gospel  voice  ; 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above ; 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 

Newton, 


109  WARNING.  (118 

109.  The  Alarm.  7  6. 

1  Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 

Before  you  further  go ; 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  ? 
On  the  verge  of  ruin  stop — 

Now  the  friendly  warning  take : 
Stay  your  footsteps — ere  you  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  Avill  oppose  ?  / 

Fear  ye  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day 

When  he  judgment  shall  proclaim, 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come 

And  drag  you  to  his  bar ; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom 

Will  fill  you  with  despair  ! 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call — 

Those  who  now  despise  his  grace— 
"  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

"  And  hide  us  from  his  face."       Newton. 


lis)  WARNING.  110 

110.  The  Judgment.  S.  M. 

1  And  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 

And  must  the  dead  arise  ? 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  And  from  his  righteous  lips 

Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound  ; 
And  through  the  numerous  guilty  throng 
Spread  black  despair  around : 

3  "Depart  from  me,  accurs'd, 

"  To  everlasting  flame, 
"  For  rebel  angels  first  prepar'd, 
"  Where  mercy  never  came." 

4  How  wiM  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven,  before  the  Judge, 
Astonish'd  shrink  away ! 

5  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead ; 
Hark !  from  the  Gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

6  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace. 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there.  Doddridge. 


111,112  WARNING.  (no 

111.  The  Dreadful  E?id.  L.  M. 

1  Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I, 

To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine 
To  see  the  wicked,  placed  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honor  shine  ! 

2  But  0,  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 

Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so: 
On  slippery  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Their  fancied  joys,  how  fast  they  flee  I 

Just  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes; 
Their  songs  of  softest  harmony 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  plagues. 

4  Now  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine 

Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine. 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God.    watts. 

112.   The  Broad  Road.  L.  M. 

1  Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death. 

And  thousands  walk  together  there; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross," 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 


^21)  WARNING.  113,   114 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  G-od  no  more, 
Is  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 
And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  ; 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain. 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

Watts. 

113.   Hope  in  the  Gospel.  S.  M. 

1  God's  holy  law  transgress'd, 

Speaks  nothing  but  despair; 
Burden 'd  with  guilt— with  grief  oppress'd, 
We  find  no  comfort  there. 

2  Not  all  our  groans  and  tears. 

Nor  works  which  we  have  done  j 
Nor  vows  nor  promises,  nor  prayers, 
Can  e'er  for  sin  atone. 

3  Relief  alone  is  found 

In  Jesus'  precious  blood  : 
'Tis  this  that  heals  the  mortal  wound, 
And  reconciles  to  God.  Pratf.Coi. 

114,    Harvest  Past.    S.  M. 
1  I  saw,  beyond  the  tomb, 
The  awful  Judge  appear, 
Prepar'd  to  scan,  with  strict  account, 
My  blessings  wasted  here. 


115  INVITATION.  ("l^^ 

2  His  wrath,  like  flaming  fire, 
Burn'd  to  the  lowest  hell — 
And  in  that  hopeless  world  of  wo 
He  bade  my  spirit  dwell. 

'        3  Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  'tis  call'd  to-day  ; 

":  Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 

Command  your  souls  away. 

4  Soon  will  the  harvest  close — 
The  summer  soon  be  o'er — 
And  soon  your  injur'd,  angry  God 
Will  hear  your  prayers  no  more. 

Dwiglit. 


INVITATION. 


115.    Invitation.   7,6. 

1  Sinner,  hear  the  Saviour's  call, 

He  now  is  passing  by ; 
He  has  seen  thy  grievous  thrall, 

And  heard  thy  mournful  cry. 
He  has  pardons  to  impart, 

Grace  to  save  thee  from  thy  fears; 
See  the  love  that  fills  his  heart. 

And  wipe  away  thy  tears. 


123)  INVITATION.  116 

2  Why  art  thou  afraid  to  come 

And  tell  him  all  thy  case  ? 
He  will  not  pronounce  thy  doom, 

Nor  frown  thee  from  his  face. 
Wilt  thou  fear  Immanuel  ? 

Wilt  thou  dread  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Who,  to  save  thy  soul  from  hell, 

Has  shed  his  precious  blood  ? 

3  Think  how  on  the  cross  he  hung, 

Pierc'd  with  a  thousand  wounds  ! 
Hark,  from  each,  as  with  a  tongue, 
'<  The  voice  of  pardon  sounds  ! 

See,  from  all  his  bursting  veins, 

Blood  of  wondrous  virtue  flow  ! 
Shed  to  wash  away  thy  stains, 

And  ransom  thee  from  wo.        Newton. 

116.    Chrisfs  Invitation.   L.  M. 

1  "Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 

"  Ye  heavy  laden  sinners,  come : 
"I  '11  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
"And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me: 

"  I  'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 
"But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
"And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 


117  INVITATION.  (l24 

3  "Bless'd  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 

"My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight; 
"  My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

"  My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command, 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal; 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will.    Watts. 

117.    Sinners  Invited  to  Christ.    8,  7,  4. 

1  Come,  ye  weary,  hea\7  laden. 

Lost  and  rain'd  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all : 

Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth. 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 

This  he  gives  you — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  I  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him ; 
Hear  him  crv,  before  he  dies, 


INVITATION.  1 18 

'^  It  is  finished  :" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 

4  Lo !  the  incarnate  God  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good.        Hart. 

1 1  8»    The  Saviour  calls.    C.  M. 

1  The  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles,  reviving,  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow. 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice ; 

The  gracious  call  obey; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys — 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 
And  drink,  and  never  die.  Steele. 


119,    120  INVITATION.  (12C 

119.    The  Sinner  Called.  S.M. 

1  Return  and  come  to  God  ; 

Cast  all  your  sins  away ; 
Seek  ye  the  Saviour's  cleansing  blood; 
Repent,  believe,  obey. 

2  Say  not  ye  cannot  come — 

For  Jesus  bled,  and  died, 
That  none  who  ask  in  humble  faith 
Should  ever  be  denied. 

3  Say  not  ye  will  not  come — 

'Tis  God  vouchsafes  to  call, 
And  fearful  shall  their  end  be  found, 
On  whom  his  wrath  shall  fall. 

4  Come  then,  whoever  will. 

Come  while  'tis  called  to-day ; 
Flee  to  the  Saviour's  cleansing  blood ; 
Repent,  believe,  obey.  sp.  Doane. 

120.''  Behold,  I  stand  at  the  Door:'  LM. 

1  Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door ! 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before  ; 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still  : 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Oh,  lovely  attitude,  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands  ! 
Oh,  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes  ; 


127)  INVITATIOiX.  121 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ;  the  very  friend  you  need: 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine ; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine. 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  bum — 
His  feet  departed,  ne'er  return  : 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour  's  at  hand 
You  '11  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

1 2 1  •  Sinners  Entreated  to  Hear.  8,  7.  4. 

1  Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence,  0  how  tender  ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love : 

Listen  to  it — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel, 
News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim, 

To  each  rebel  sinner,  "Pardon, 
"Free  forgiveness  in  his  name:" 

How  important  I 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  I 


I 


J  21  INVITATION.  (123 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor, 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears; 
And  with  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears  : 

Tender  heralds — 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4  False  professors,  groveling  worldlings, 

Callous  hearers  of  the  word. 
While  the  messengers  address  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  aflord  : 

We  entreat  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford. 

5  Who  hath  our  report  believed? 

Who  received  the  joyful  word  ? 
Who  embrac'd  the  new^s  of  pardon, 
Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

Can  you  slight  it — 
Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

6  0,  ye  angels  hovering  round  us. 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way ; 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay: 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey.        Alien, 


29)  INVITATION.  122,  123 

122.  Return.   L.  M. 

1  Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  an  injured  Father's  face; 

Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  bum, 

Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart ; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 

His  hand  shall  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  0  wanderer,  return. 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live ; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  0  wanderer,  return 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear 
'Tis  God  who  says,  "  No  longer  mourn," 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

Collyer. 

123.    Why  will  you  die  1    7's. 

1  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you,  why  ? 
God,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself,  that  ye  might  live. 

2  Will  ye  let  him  die  in  vain? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again? 
Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die? 


IS^  INVITATION.  (ISO 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you,  why  ? 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love. 

4  "Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Why,  ye  long-sought  shiners,  why 
Will  ye  grieve  your  God,  and  die  ? 

Wesley. 

124.    The  accepted  Time.    S.  M. 

1  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time. 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late — 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  the  accepted  time. 

The  Gospel  bids  you  come ; 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love ; 
Then  will  the  angels  clap  their  wings, 
And  bear  the  news  above.         Dobeii. 


131)  INVITATION.  125,   126 

125.  Burdened  Sinners  invited.    7's. 

1  Come,  ye  weary  souls  opprest, 
Find  in  Christ  the  promis'd  rest; 
On  him  all  your  burdens  roll, 

He  can  wound,  and  he  make  whole. 

2  Ye  who  dread  the  wrath  of  God, 
Come  and  wash  in  Jesus'  blood  : 
To  the  Son  of  David  cry. 

In  his  word  he's  passing  by. 

3  Naked,  guilty,  poor,  and  blind, 
All  your  wants  in  Jesus  find ; 
This  the  day  of  mercy  is. 

Now  accept  the  proflfer'd  bliss.   Decourcy. 

126.   Riches  of  Grace.   L.  M. 

1  Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distress'd. 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest : 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 
0  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad  ; 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows. 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace ; 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  ivQe  the  grace  ! 

Steele. 


127,   128  -   INVITATION.  '  (132 

127.    Hearts  of  Stone.    7's. 

1  Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 

Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued  ; 
See  his  body,  mangled — rent. 

Covered  with  a  gore  of  blood: 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  I 
Murder 'd  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Yes,  our  sins  have  done  the  deed, 

Drove  the  nails  that  fix'd  him  there; 
CroAvn'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 

Pierc'd  him  with  a  soldier's  spear; 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 
For  a  sinful  world  he  dies. 

3  Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 

Still  to  death  pursue  your  Lord? 
Open  tear  his  wounds  again, 

Trample  on  his  precious  blood  ? 
"  No  I  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part, 
"Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart." 

Har.  Sac 

128«  Come  and  See.  L.  M. 

]  Jesus,  dear  name,  how  sweet  the  sound! 
Replete  with  balm  for  every  wound  ! 
His  word  declares  his  grace  is  free: 
Come,  needy  sinner,  come  and  see. 


133)  INVITATION.  129 

2  He  left  the  shining  courts  on  high, 
Came  to  our  world  to  bleed  and  die : 
Jesus,  the  God,  hung  on  the  tree ; 
Come,  careless  sinner,  come  and  see. 

3  Your  sins  did  pierce  his  bleeding  heart, 
Till  death  had  done  its  dreadful  part ; 
Yet  his  dear  love  still  burns  to  thee: 
Come,  anxious  sinner,  come  and  see. 

4  His  blood  can  cleanse  the  foulest  stain. 
And  make  the  filthy  leper  clean; 

His  blood  at  once  availed  for  me : 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see. 

1 29.  "  Yd  there  is  Room:'  C.  M. 

1  Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor. 

Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room  : 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart; 

There  love  and  pity  meet; 

Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart 

That  trembles  at  his  feet. 


130  INVITATION.  (n4 

4  In  him  the  Father  reconcil'd, 
Invites  your  souls  to  come; 
The  rebel  shall  be  called  a  child, 

And  kindly  welcomed  home.       Steele. 


130.    ''Yet  there  is  Room:'    H.  M. 

1  Ye  dying  sons  of  men, 

Immerg'd  in  sin  and  wo, 
The  Gospel's  voice  attend, 

Its  message  is  to  you: 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay ; 

No  vain  excuses  frame ; 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame : 
All  things  are  ready,  sinners,  cornel 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3  Compell'd  by  bleeding  love. 

Ye  wand'ring  souls,  draw  near  : 
Christ  calls  you  from  above — 

His  charming  accents  hear  ! 
Let  whosoever  will,  now  come ; 
In  mercy's  arms  there  still  is  room. 

Boden. 


135)  INVITATION.  131,   132 

131.    The  Voice  of  Mercy.    8,  7,  4-. 

1  Hear,  0  sinner !  mercy  hails  you, 

Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls; 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls: 

Trust  in  Jesus — 
'Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  Haste,  0  sinner,  to  the  Saviour, 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may ; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over ; 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away  ! 

Haste  to  Jesus — 
You  must  perish,  if  you  stay.       Reed- 

132.    Universal  Invitation.   CM. 

1  Let  every  mortal  ear  attend. 

And  every  heart  rejoice  ! 
The  trumpet  of  the  Gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 
r  Who  feed  upon  the  wind. 

And  vainly  strive,  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  ; 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast ; 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 


133,  134  TNVITATION.  (l36 

4  Ho !  ye  who  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  sprhigs  that  never  dry. 

5  The  happy  gates  uf  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away.  Watu. 

133.    Free  Salvation.   L.  M. 

1  Ho !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh, 

'Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race  ; 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy, 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

2  Ye  nothing  in  exchange  can  give, 

Leave  all  ye  have  and  are  behind ; 
Freely  the  gift  of  God  receive. 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

3  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come  ! 

Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  voice ; 
Return,  ye  weary  wanderers,  home, 
And  in  redeeming  love  rejoice.      Wesley. 

134.    Come  and  icelcome.  7's. 

1  From  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 


137)  INVITATION.  135 

What  melodious  sounds  -we  hear, 
Bursting  on  the  ravish 'd  ear : 
"Love's  redeeming  Avork  is  done, 
"  Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

2  "  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne, 
"  Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 

"  On  my  pierced  body  laid, 
"  Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid ; 
"Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son, 
"  Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

3  "Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end, 

"  Lo,  I  come,  your  Saviour,  friend, 
"  Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 
"  To  the  realms  of  endless  day  ; 
-     "Up  to  my  eternal  home, 

"  Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come." 

Hawes. 

135.     The  Disconsolate  invited.    11,  10. 

I  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 
Come,  at  the  mercy-seat  fervently  kneel : 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heav'n  cannot  heal. 

I  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter  in  mercy  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heav'n  cannot  cure. 


136,   137  THE  PENITENT.  (l38 

3  Here  see  the  bread  of  life ;  see  waters  flowing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  boundless  in  love : 
Come  to  the  feast  prepar'd ;  come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heav'n  can  remove. 

136.    Peace  and  Rest.    L.  M.   6  lines. 

1  Peace,  troubled  soul — thy  plaintive  moan 

Hath  taught  these  rocks  the  notes  of  wo; 
Cease  thy  complaint — suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow ; 
Behold  a  precious  balm  is  found, 
To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  wound. 

2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppress'd, 

Unburthen  here  thy  weighty  load  ; 
Here  tind  thy  refuge  and  thy  rest. 

And  trust  the  mercy  of  thy  God : 
Thy  God  's  thy  Saviour — glorious  word  ! 
For  ever  love  and  praise  the  Lord. 


THE    PENITENT. 


137.    The  Heart  of  Stone.    L.  M. 

1  Oh  !  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
To  take  this  stubborn  stone  away ; 
And  melt,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 


139)  THE  PENITENT.  138 

2  The  rocks  can  rend ;  the  earth  can  quake ; 
The  sea  can  roar;  the  mountains  shake; 
Of  feelmg-,  all  things  show  some  sign 

But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  ihou  hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt; 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  Thy  judgments,  too,  unmov'd  I  hear — 
Amazing  thought ! — which  devils  fear: 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

5  But  something  yet  can  do  the  deed ; 
And  much  to  feel  that  pow'r  I  need  : 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 

And  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

Hart. 

138.    "  JVkat  shall  I  do  ?"    S.  M. 

1  My  former  hopes  are  fled, 

My  terror  now  begins ; 

I  feel,  alas,  that  I  am  dead 

In  trespasses  and  sins : 

2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly, 

Or  seek  for  mercy's  door  ? 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  justice  arm'd  with  pow'r. 


139  THE  PENITENT.  (hO 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  th'  impendin;^  doom, 
While  yet  some  friendly  whisper  says, 
''  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come  !" 

4  0  that  I  now  might  see 

Some  glimm'ring  from  afar, 
Some  beam  of  hope  to  dawn  on  me. 
And  save  me  from  despair.        cowper. 

139.    The  Convicted  Sinner.   L.  M. 

1  Alas !  I  Ve  sinned ;  and  clearly  see 

That  I  deserve  eternal  wo : 
Where  can  a  wretched  sinner  flee  ? 
What  can  a  helpless  sinner  do  ? 

2  "Believe  that  Jesus  Christ  has  died: 

''  That  he  for  sinners  gave  his  blood : 
"  For  such  as  you  was  crucified : 

"And  thus  appeas'd  the  wrath  of  God." 

3  Then  there  is  hope — yes,  hope  for  me ; 

A  guilty  wretch  by  sin  undone: 
Oh  God  !  I  pardon  ask  of  Thee  I 
I  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

4  He  hears  my  prayer  ;  regards  my  plea: 

He  grants  the  pardon  that  I  crave ! 
0  wondrous  grace  I  He  smiles  on  me; 
For  Jesus  died  mv  soul  to  save.  o. 


Ml)  THE  PENITENT.  140,  141 

1 40o    Deep  Contrition.    7's. 

1  Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul ; 
Make  the  broken  spirit  whole ; 
Humbled  in  the  dust  I  lie ; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

2  Jesus,  full  of  every  grace. 
Now  reveal  thy  smiling  face ; 
Grant  the  joy  of  sin  forgiv'n, 
Foretaste  of  the  bliss  of  heav'n. 

3  All  my  guilt  to  thee  is  known ; 
Thou  art  righteous,  thou  alone : 
All  my  help  is  from  thy  cross; 
All  besides  I  count  but  loss. 

4  Lord,  in  thee  I  now  believe ; 
Wilt  thou — wilt  thou  not  forgive  ? 
Helpless  at  thy  feet  I  lie; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die.  s.  Songs. 

141.    Grieving  the  Spirit.    CM. 
1  And  does  the  Spirit  kindly  move 
To  wake  my  drowsy  heart ; 
And  shall  I  slight  and  grieve  his  love, 
And  bid  him  hence  depart  ? 
-    2  Shall  I  the  tempter's  voice  believe, 
And  still  refuse  to  pray ; 
And  thus  the  Holy  Spirit  grieve. 
And  bid  him  go  his  way  ? 


14-2  THE  PEMTENT.  (1<2 

3  This  solemn  warning,  once  receiv'd, 
I  dare  no  longer  slight ; 
The  Holy  Spirit  often  griev'd, 
May  take  his  final  flight, 

142*    Hoping^  yet  trembling.    CM. 

1  My  soul  would  fain  indulge  a  hope 

To  reach  the  heavenly  shore; 
And  when  I  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
That  I  shall  sin  no  more. 

2  I  hope  to  hear  and  join  the  song 

That  saints  and  angels  raise; 
And  Avhile  eternal  ages  roll, 
To  sing  eternal  praise. 

3  But  Oh — this  dreadful  heart  of  sin  I 

It  may  deceive  me  still; 
And  while  I  look  for  joys  above, 
May  plunge  me  down  to  hell. 

4  The  scene  must  then  for  ever  close — 

Probation  at  an  end ! 
No  Gospel  grace  can  reach  me  there, 
No  pardon  there  descend. 

5  Come  then,  0  blessed  Jesus,  come, 

To  me  thy  Spirit  give  ; 
Shine  through  a  dark,  benighted  soul, 
And  bid  a  sinner  live.  j.  steward. 


THE  PENITENT.  143,   144 

143.   Indwelling  Sin.    S.  M. 
Astonish'd  and  distress'd, 

I  turn  mine  eyes  within ; 
Bly  heart  with  loads  of  guilt  oppress'd, 

The  seat  of  ev'ry  sin. 
What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 

What  vile  affections  there ! 
Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile, 

Pride,  env)",  slavish  fear. 
Almighty  King  of  saints, 

These  tyrant  lusts  subdue ; 
Expel  the  darkness  of  my  mind, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  renew. 

This  done,  my  cheerful  voice 

Shall  loud  hosannas  raise ; 
My  soul  shall  glow  with  gratitude. 

My  lips  proclaim  thy  praise.    Topiady. 

144«    Sin  Lamented.    S.  M. 
Ah  !  whither  should  I  go. 

Burdened,  and  sick,  and  faint ; 
To  whom  should  I  my  troubles  show, 

And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 
'  My  Saviour  bids  me  come ; 

Ah  !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 

And  yet  from  him  I  stay. 


14.5  THE  PENITENT.  (H-I 

3  What  is  it  keeps  mc  back, 

From  which  I  cannot  part? 
Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 
.      Possession  of  my  heart  ? 

4  Jesus!  the  hinderance  show, 

Which  I  have  feared  to  see; 
And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  back  from  thee. 

5  Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 

Thy  saving  power  display ; 
Into  its  darkest  corner  shine, 

And  take  the  veil  away.     Wesley's  Coi. 

145*   Indwelling  Si7i  Lamented.    CM. 

1  With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 

Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride  and  discontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base, 

So  false  as  mine  has  been ; 
So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin. 

3  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 

These  struggles  in  my  breast  ? 
When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will 
And  give  my  conscience  rest  ? 


145)  THE    PENITENT.  146,  147 

4  Break,  sovereisni  grace,  0  break  the  charm, 
And  set  the  captive  free : 
Reveal,  Almighty  God,  thine  arm, 

And  haste  to  rescue  me.  Stennet. 

1 46.  Repentance.    L.  M. 

1  Oh  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  I 

Oh  that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down, 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find — 
Saviour,  if  mine  indeed  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free; 

I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within — 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay; 

Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear; 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 

147.  Repentance.   CM. 
1  How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word. 
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148  THE    PENITENT.  (146 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "  Return :" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
Oh  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine  I 
That  can  to  bliss  and  life  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore ; 
Oh  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more.  Steele. 

148.   Repentance  at  the  Cross.  C.  M. 

1  'Twas  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life. 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 

2  Oh,  how  I  hate  these  lusts  of  mine, 

That  crucified  my  God ; 
Those  sins,  that  pierc'd  and  nail'd  his  flesh, 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood. 


THE  PENITEJN'T. 


149 


3  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die, 

My  heart  has  so  decreed ; 
Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

4  Whilst  with  a  melting,  broken  heart, 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view, 
I'll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murd'rers  too.         Watts. 

149.    The  Heart  healed  by  Mercy.    7,  6. 

1  Sin  enslaved  me  many  years. 

And  led  me,  bound  and  blind  : 
Till  at  length  a  thousand  fears 

Came  swarming  o'er  my  mmd. 
"Where,"  I  said  in  deep  distress, 

"  Will  these  sinful  pleasures  end  ? 
"How  shall  I  secure  my  peace, 

"And  make  the  Lord  my  friend  ?" 

2  Friends  and  ministers  said  much 

The  Gospel  to  enforce ; 
But  my  blindness  still  was  such, 

I  chose  a  legal  course : 
Much  I  fasted,  watch'd,  and  strove ; 

Scarce  would  show  my  face  abroad; 
Fear'd  almost  to  speak  or  move — 

A  stranger  still  to  God. 


150  THE  PENITENT.  (l48 

3  Thus  afraid  to  trust  his  grace, 

Long  time  did  I  rebel ; 
Till,  despairing  of  my  case, 

Do"\vn  at  his  feet  T  fell. 
Then  my  stubborn  heart  he  broke, 

And  subdued  me  to  his  sway. 
By  a  simple  word  he  spoke  — 

"Thy  sins  are  done  away."       Cowper. 

150.    Prayer  of  a  Penitent.    S.  M. 

1  Lord,  help  me  to  repent — 

With  sin  for  ever  part ; 
And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 
A  humble  contrite  heart : 

2  A  heart  with  grief  oppress'd 

For  having  griev'd  thy  love ; 
A  troubled  heart,  that  cannot  rest 
Till  cleansed  from  above. 

3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 

The  penitent  desire ; 
With  true  sincerity  of  wo 
My  aching  breast  inspire: 

4  With  soft'ning  pity  look. 

And  melt  my  hardness  down  ; 
Strike,  with  thy  love's  resistless  stroke, 
And  break  this  heart  of  stone. 


149)  THE  PENITENT.  151,  152 

151,    Prayer  of  a  Penitent.    C.  M. 

1  0  Thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye. 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said,  "Return  ?" 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet? 
Oh,  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat ! 

4  Oh,  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

AVith  beams  of  mercy  shine ! 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine.  Steele. 

152.    Godly  Sorrow.    CM. 

1  Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 

A  guilty  rebel  lies ; 
And  upward  to  thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  Oh,  let  not  justice  frown  me  hence ; 

Stay,  stay  the  vengeful  storm  : 
Forbid  it,  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 


153  THE  PENITENT.  (l50 

3  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  currents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed — 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt.      Steoueu. 

153.    Godly  Sorrow.    7's. 

1  Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all, 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  fall : 
Hear,  oh,  hear  my  ardent  cry; 
Frown  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die. 

2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men. 
Worst  of  rebels  I  have  been  ! 
Oft  abus'd  thee  to  thy  face, 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace! 

3  Justly  might  thy  vengeful  dart 
Pierce  this  bleeding,  broken  heart; 
Justly  might  thy  kindled  ire 
Blast  me  in  eternal  fire. 

4  But  with  thee  there  's  mercy  found, 
Balm  to  heal  my  every  wound ; 
Soothe,  oh,  soothe  the  troubled  breast, 
Give  the  wearv  wanderer  rest. 


15l)  THE  PENITENT.  154,  155 

154.    Pleading  for  Mercy.    CM. 

1  Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie 

And  knock  at  mercy's  door; 
With  heavy  heart  and  downcast  eye, 
Thy  favor  we  implore. 

2  Without  thy  grace  we  sink  oppresi 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Oh,  give  our  troubled  spirits  rest, 
Our  gloomy  fears  dispel. 
!  'Tis  mercy,  mercy  we  implore ; 
Oh,  may  thy  pity  move : 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
And  thou  thyself  art  love. 
[  In  mercy  now,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
Our  many  sins  forgive  ; 
Thy  grace  our  rocky  hearts  can  break. 
And  breaking,  soon  relieve. 
)  Thus  melt  us  down,  thus  make  us  bend, 
And  thy  dominion  own ; 
Nor  let  a  rival  more  pretend 

To  repossess  thy  throne.  Brown. 

155.   Mercy  Implored.  L.  M. 
Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  sin. 
And  bom  unholy  and  unclean  ; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race  and  taints  us  all. 


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156  THE  PENITENT.  (l52 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death  : 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart; 
But  we  're  defil'd  in  ev'ry  part. 

3  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  : 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean ; 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

4  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

5  Jesus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone: 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow, 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

Walta. 

156«    Imploring  Mercy.    L.  M. 

1  Show  pity.  Lord ;  0  Lord,  forgive ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 


153)  THE  PEiMTENT.  157 

3  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  ojQfences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condenm'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just,  in  death: 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner.  Lord, 
Whose  hope*,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there. 
Some  sure  support  against  despair.     Watu. 

157,   Pardoning  Grace.   C.  M. 

1  Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress, 

The  borders  of  despair, 
I  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  should  thy  severer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity. 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 


158  THE  PENITENT.  (l54 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  I  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 

With  strong  desires  I  wait; 
My  soul,  invited  by  thy  word. 

Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.  Watts. 

158.    The  Penitent  Restored.    L.  M. 

1  0  Thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry  ! 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie. 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look. 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart. 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart, 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banish'd  from  thy  sight : 
Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  still  afford  ; 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 


155)  THE  PENITENT.  159 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

6  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust. 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood. 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ning  God. 

Watts. 

159.    The  Prodigal  Returned.    CM. 

1  The  prodigal,  with  streaming  eyes, 
From  folly  just  awake, 

Reviews  his  wand'rings  with  surprise  ; 
His  heart  begins  to  break. 

2  "I  starve,"  he  cries,  ''nor  can  I  bear 
"  The  famine  in  this  land, 

"  While  servants  of  my  Father  share 
"  The  bounty  of  his  hand. 

3  "With  deep  repentance  I'll  return 
"  And  seek  my  Father's  face ; 

"  Unworthy  to  be  call'd  a  son, 
"I'll  ask  a  servant's  place," 


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160  THE  PENITENT.  (l5« 

4  Far  off  he  saw  him  slowly  move, 

In  pensive  silence  mourn  ; 
The  Father  ran  with  arms  of  love 
To  welcome  his  return. 

5  Through  all  the  courts  the  tidings  flew, 

And  spread  the  joy  around — 
The  angels  tune  their  harps  anew ; 
The  prodigal  is  found ! 

160.    Middle  ^ge.    CM. 

1  And  have  I  nieasur'd  half  my  days,  M 

And  half  my  journey  run,  ■ 

Nor  tasted  the  Redeemer's  grace, 
Nor  yet  my  work  begun  ? 

2  The  morning  of  my  life  is  past ; 

The  noon  is  almost  o'er; 
The  night  of  death  approaches  fast, 
When  I  can  work  no  more. 

3  0  Thou  who  seest  and  know'st  my  grief, 

Thyself  unseen,  unknown. 
In  mercy  help  my  unbelief, 
*     And  melt  my  heart  of  stone. 

4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye, 

The  long-sought  blessing  give. 
And  bid  me,  at  the  point  to  die. 

Behold  thy  face,  and  live.         c.  Wesley. 


167)  THE  PENITENT.  161 

161.    The  Beggar.  H.  M. 

1  Encourag'd  by  thy  word 

Of  promise  to  the  poor, 
Behold  a  beggar,  Lord, 

Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door ! 
No  hand,  no  heart,  0  Lord,  but  thine, 
Can  help  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 

2  'Twere  folly  to  pretend 
I  never  begg'd  before; 

Or,  if  thou  now  befriend, 

I'll  trouble  thee  no  more : 
Thou  often  hast  reliey'd  my  pain, 
And  often  I  must  come  again. 

3  Nor  can  I  willing  be, 
Thy  bounty  to  conceal 

From  others,  who,  like  me, 

Their  want  and  hunger  feel ; 
I'll  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  store, 
And  try  to  send  a  thousand  more. 

4  Thy  thoughts,  thou  only  Wise, 
Our  thoughts  and  ways  transcend, 

Far  as  the  arched  skies 

Above  the  earth  extend : 
Such  pleas  as  mine,  men  would  not  bear. 
But  God  receives  a  beggar's  prayer. 

Newton. 


162  SURRENDER  TO  GOD.  (l58 


SURRENDER   TO  GOD. 


162.  Resolving  to  go  Jo  Christ.  C.  M. 

1  Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve; 
Come,  with, your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd, 
And  make  this  last  resolve : 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

"Hath  like  a  mountain  rose; 
"I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
"Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

"And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

"I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

"Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  "I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

"  Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives  ; 
"Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
"  And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

"Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
"  But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
"And  perish  only  there. 

6  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

"  I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
"For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

"  I  must  for  ever  die. "  jones. 


159)  SURRENDER  TO  GOD.  163 

163.    Surrender  to  Grace.    C.  P.  M. 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  won,  at  length  I  yield ; 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compell'd, 

Surrenders  all  to  thee  : 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove, 
But  who  can  stand  against  thy  love  ? 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

2  All  that  a  wretch  could  do,  I  tried ; 
Thy  patience  scorn'd,  thy  power  defied, 

And  trampled  on  thy  laws : 
Scarcely  thy  martyrs  at  the  stake 
Could  stand  more  steadfast  for  thy  sake 

Than  I  in  Satan's  cause. 

3  But  since  thou  hast  thy  love  reveal'd, 
And  shown  my  soul  a  pardon  seal'd, 

I  can  resist  no  more  : 
Couldst  thou  for  such  a  sinner  bleed  ? 
Canst  thou  for  such  a  rebel  plead  ? 

I  wonder  and  adore. 

4  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 
Come,  take  possession  of  thine  own  ; 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free  : 
Releas'd  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  powers  waiting  stand 

To  be  employed  by  thee.  Newton. 


164,    165  SURRENDER  TO  GOD.  (l60 

164«   Clinging  to  the  Cross.   L.  M. 

1  Here,  at  thy  cross,  my  dying  Lord, 

I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love, 

Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 

Jesus  !  nor  shall  it  e'er  remove. 

2  Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  thence, 

Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie  ; 
Resolved,  (for  that's  my  last  defence,) 
If  I  must  perish,  there  to  die. 

3  But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear ; 

Ami  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade  ? 
Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here. 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 

4  Yes,  I  'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 

And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim : 
Hosanna  to  my  dying  Lord, 
And  my  best  honors  to  his  name. 

Watts. 

165.    Christ  my  All.   C.  M. 

1  The  Saviour!  Oh,  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  peace  around. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine 

In  rich  etfusion  flow. 
For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin. 
And  doom'd  to  endless  wo. 


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16!)  SURRENDER    TO    GOD.  166 

3  Oh,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 

My  Saviour,  and  my  all.  Steele. 

166.   Surrender  to  Christ.   CM. 

1  And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 

To  visit  sinful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand, 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 

2  Surprising  grace — and  shall  my  heart 
Unmoved  and  cold  remain  ? 

Has  this  hard  rock  no  tender  part  ? 
Must  mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 

3  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue — 
His  charming  voice  unheard  ? 

And  this  vile  heart,  his  rightful  due, 
Remain  for  ever  barred  ? 

4  'Tis  sin,  alas !  with  tyrant  power, 
The  lodging  has  possessed; 

And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door 
Against  the  heavenly  Guest. 


167,    168         dURRENDER    TO    GOD.  (l6S 

5  Ye  dangerous  inmates  !  hence  depart ; 
Dear  Saviour  I  enter  in, 
And  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart, 
And  keep  out  every  sin.  Steele. 

167.  Joined  to  God's  People.    7*s. 

1  People  of  the  living  God  ! 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  no  where  found: 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns. 

Turns, — a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren  !  where  your  altar  burns, 

Oh,  receive  me  into  rest. 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave ; 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore — 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more. 

Every  idol  I  resign.  Montgomery. 

168.    J^ot  go  away  from  Christ.    C.  M. 
1  When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 

(Alas,  what  numbers  do  !) 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too  ?" 


163)  SURRENDER    TO    GOD.  169 

2  Ah,  Lord  !  with  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline, 
And  prove  like  them  at  last. 

3  Yet  thou  alone  hast  pow'r,  I  know, 

To  save  a  wretch  like  me  ; 
To  whom,  or  whither  could  I  go, 
If  I  should  turn  from  thee  ? 

4  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest, 

And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest, 
And  satisfy  my  heart. 

5  What  anguish  has  this  question  stirr'd, 

"Ifl  will  also  go?" 
Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 
I  humbly  answer— no  !  Newton, 

169,   J^one  but  Christ.    C.  M. 

1  To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go, 

If  I  depart  from  thee — 
My  guide  through  all  this  vale  of  wo, 
And  more  than  all  to  me  ? 

2  The  world  reject  thy  gentle  reign, 

And  pay  thy  death  with  scorn ; 
Oh,  they  could  plat  thy  crown  again 
And  sharpen  every  thorn. 


170  SURRENDER    TO    GOD.  (l64 

3  But  I  have  felt  thy  dying  love 

Breathe  gently  through  my  heart, 
To  whisper  hope  of  joys  above; 
And  can  we  ever  part  ? 

4  Ah,  no  !  with  thee  I'll  walk  below, 

My  journey  to  the  grave : 
To  whom,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  go. 
When  only  thou  canst  save  ? 

170.    Christ  has  Bied,    Ts. 

1  Jesus  Christ  has  lived  and  died, 
What  is  all  the  world  beside? 
This  to  know  is  all  we  need, 
This  to  know  is  life  indeed. 

2  Other  wisdom  seek  I  none, 
Teach  me  this,  and  this  alone ; 
Christ  for  me  has  lived  and  died, 
Christ  for  me  was  crucified. 

3  Can  my  soul  on  shadows  vain 
Ever  spend  a  thought  again  ? 
No — before  this  light  they  flee, 
Jesus  Christ  has  died  for  me. 


165)  SURRENDER   TO  GOD.  171,  172 

171.    The  Surre?ider.    8,  7,  4. 

Welcome,  Avelcome,  dear  Redeemer, 
"Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine  ; 

Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender, 
Ev'ry  pow'r  and  thought  be  thine, 

Thine  entirely, 
Through  eternal  ages  thine. 

172.    The  Happy  Choice.    L.  M. 

1  0  happy  day,  that  fix'd  my  choice 

On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice. 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  0  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house. 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done  : — the  great  transaction 's  done ; 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  : 
He  drew  me — and  I  follow'd  on — 
Charm'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart, 

Fix'd  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest; 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 
When  call'd  on  ano^els'  bread  to  feast  ? 


173,  174>  SURRENDER  TO  GOD.  (166 

5  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow. 
That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear. 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless,  in  death,  a  bond  so  dear. 

Doddridge. 

173.  The  Determined  Choice.    L.  M 

1  Now  I  resolve,  with  all  my  heart, 

With  all  my  powers  to  serve  the  Lord  •, 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

2  Oh,  be  his  service  all  my  joy  I 

Around  let  my  example  shine, 
Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 
And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 

3  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determin'd  choice, 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 

4  Oh,  may  I  never  faint,  nor  tire, 

Nor  wandering,  leave  his  sacred  ways ; 
Great  God,  accept  my  soul's  desire. 

And  give  me  strength  to  live  thv  praise. 

Sle«le. 

174.  Law  fulfilled  by  Christ.    C.  M, 
1  How  long  beneath  the  laAV  I  lay 

In  bondage  and  distress  ! 
I  toil'd,  the  precept  to  obey, 
But  toil'd  without  success. 


it37J  SURRENDER  TO  GOD.  175 

2  Then  all  my  servile  works  were  done 

A  righteousness  to  raise  ; 

Now,  freely  chosen  in  the  Son, 

I  freely  choose  his  ways. 

3  To  see  the  law  by  Christ  fulfill'd, 

And  hear  his  pard'ning  voice, 
"Will  change  a  slave  into  a  child, 
And  duty  into  choice.  Cowper. 

17  5.    Trust  in  God.    C.  M. 

1  How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ! 

Our  sin,  how  deep  its  stains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word : 
"  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sirmers,  come, 
"And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

3  My  soul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief: 
"  I  would  believe  thy  promise.  Lord ' 
"  Oh !  help  my  unbelief. 

4  "To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

"Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
"Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  sou- 
"From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 


176  SURRENDER  TO  GOD.  (i68 

5  "A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 
"  On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall ; 
"  Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
"  My  Jesus,  and  my  all."  Watts. 

176.    The  Storm  Hushed.    CM 

1  'Tis  past — the  dreadful  stormy  night 

Is  gone,  wiih  all  its  fears! 
And  now  I  see  returning  light, 
The  Lord,  my  Sun,  appears. 

2  Oh,  wondrous  change  !  but  just  before 

Despair  beset  me  round ; 
I  heard  the  lion's  horrid  roar, 
And  trembled  at  the  sound. 

3  Before  corruption,  guilt  and  fear, 

My  comforts,  blasted,  fell ; 
And  unbelief  discover'd  near. 
The  dreadful  depths  of  hell. 

4  But  Jesus  pitied  my  distress  ; 

He  heard  my  feeble  cry, 
Reveal'd  his  blood  and  righteousness, 
And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

5  Dear  Lord,  since  thou  hast  broke  my  bands, 

And  set  the  captive  free, 
I  would  devote  my  tongue,  my  hands, 
My  heart,  my  all  to  thee.  Newtoa. 


iro)  SURRENDER     TO     GOD.         177,    178 

17  7.    Self-Dedication  lo  God,    CM. 

1  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  his  kindness  shewn  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blessed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

3  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

4  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine. 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand  has  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love.  Watts. 

178.    The  Effort    CM. 

1  Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet. 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea  ; 

With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
Thou  callest  burden VI  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 


179  CHRISTIAN  (no 

3  Bow'd  doAvn  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  press'd  ; 
By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  "  Thou  hast  died." 

5  0  wond'rous  love  I  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
May  plead  thy  gracious  name  I 

6  "  Poor,  tried,  and  tempted  soul,  be  still, 

"  My  promis'd  grace  receive  ;" 
'Tis  Jesus  speaks — 1  must — I  will — 
I  can — I  do  believe.  Newton. 


CHRISTIAN— in  Darkness. 


179.    Self 'Examination.   Ts. 

1  'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought : 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 


IN    DARKNESS.  179 

If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull,  this  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  he  worse 

Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 
Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove  ; 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 

If  I  kneAv  a  Saviour's  love  ? 
When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild ; 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 

Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 
If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do : 
You,  who  love  the  Lord  indeed, 

Tell  me — is  it  so  with  you  ? 
Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall — 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 

If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 
Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet. 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd ; 
Find,  at  times,  the  promise  sweet. 

If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 
Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ! 

Thou,  who  art  thy  people's  Sun, 
Shine  upon  thy  Avork  of  grace, 

If  it  be  indeed  begun. 


180  CHRISTIAN  (17'2 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 

Help  me  to  begin  to-day.  Newton. 

180*    Self -Examination.   L.  M. 

1  And  what  am  I? — My  soul,  awake, 
And  an  impartial  survey  take ; 
Does  no  dark  sign,  no  ground  of  fear, 
In  practice  or  in  heart  appear  ? 

2  What  image  does  my  spirit  bear  I 
Is  Jesus  form'd  and  living  there  ? 
Say,  do  his  lineaments  divine 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  action  shine  ? 

3  Searcher  of  hearts,  O  search  me  still ; 
':  lie  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal ; 

My  fears  remove,  let  me  appear 

a  0  God  and  my  own  conscience  clear. 

4  Scatter  the  clouds  which  o'er  my  head 
Thick  glooms  of  dubious  terror  spread ; 
Lead  me  into  celestial  day. 

And  to  myself,  myself  display. 

5  May  I  at  that  blest  world  arrive. 

Where  Christ  through  all  my  soul  shall  live, 
And  give  full  proof  that  he  is  there. 
Without  one  gloomv  doubt  or  fear  I      Davics. 


ira)  IN    DARKNESS.  181 

181.    Conflict.   CM. 

1  Anxious  I  strove  to  fiiid  the  way 

Which  to  salvation  led  ; 
I  listen'd  long,  I  tried  to  pray, 
And  heard  what  many  said. 

2  When  some  of  joys  and  comforts  told, 

I  fear'd  that  I  was  wrong ; 
For  I  was  stupid,  dead,  and  cold, 
Had  neither  joys  nor  song. 

3  The  Lord  my  laboring  heart  reliev'd, 

And  made  my  burden  light ; 
Then  for  a  moment  I  believ'd, 
And  thought  that  all  was  right. 

4  Of  fierce  temptations  others  talk'd, 

Of  anguish  and  dismay ; 
Through  what  distresses  they  had  walk'd 
Before  ihey  found  the  way. 

5  Ah  !  then  I  thought  my  hopes  were  vain ; 

For  I  had  liv'd  at  ease : 
I  wish'd  for  all  my  fears  again, 
To  make  me  more  like  these. 

6  I  had  my  wish  :  the  Lord  disclos'd 

The  evils  of  my  heart ; 
And  left  my  naked  soul  expos'd 
To  Satan's  fierv  dart. 


182  CHRISTIAN  (l74 

7  "Alas!"  I  cried,  in  deep  despair, 

Borne  down  Avith  fearful  pain, 
"  How  can  I  these  fierce  terrors  bear, 
"And  who  will  now  sustain?" 

8  Again  my  Saviour  brought  me  aid ; 

And  when  he  set  me  free, 
"  Trust  simply  on  my  word,"  he  said, 
"  And  leave  the  rest  to  me."      \ewton. 

182.   ''  Lovest  thou  MeV  7's. 

1  Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ! 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word  : 
Jesus  speaks,  he  speaks  to  thee, 
"Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ?" 

2  "I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound, 

"  And  when  bleeding  heal'd  thy  wound ; 
"  Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
"  Tum'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 

"  Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
"Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
"Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
"Higher  than  the  heights  above; 
"  Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath  ; 
"  Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 


175)  IN  DARKNESS.  183,  184 

5  "Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 

"  When  the  work  of  faith  is  done : 
"Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be — 
"Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint. 
That  my  love  is  still  so  faint; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore : 


183.    Inconstancy  Lamented.    L.  M. 

1  Dear  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  be, 
That  I  no  more  shall  break  with  thee  ? 
When  shall  this  war  of  passion  cease, 
And  I  enjoy  a  lasting  peace  ? 

2  Here  I  repent,  and  sin  again. 
Sometimes  revive,  sometimes  am  slain  ; 
Slain  with  the  same  malignant  dart. 
Which,  oh  !  too  often  wounds  my  heart. 

3  When,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be 
That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee — 
The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove, 

And  feast  on  thine  eternal  love  ?   Dorrington. 

184.  Faith  Fainting.  8's. 
1  Encompass'd  with  clouds  of  distress, 
Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 
I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 
And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine ; 


185  CHRISTIAN  (nc 

Dishearten 'd  with  waiting  so  long, 
I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load : 

All  plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 

2  If  sometimes  I  strive,  as  I  mourn. 

My  hold  on  thy  promise  to  keep, 
The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 

And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep : 
While  harassed  and  cast  from  thy  sight, 

The  tempter  suggests  with  a  roar, 
"The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite  : 

"  Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more." 

3  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terrors  shall  cease; 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply ; 
And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace. 

The  rock  that  is  higher  than  L 
Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art ; 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tow'r ; 
Come,  succor  and  gladden  my  heart, 

Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  pow'r. 

Toplady. 

185.    Prayer  in  Darkness.    7's. 
1  Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong, 

Firmly  fix'd,  no  more  to  move ; 
Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song, 

Then  my  soul  was  fill'd  with  love; 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days, 
Sweetly  spent  in  prayer  and  praise. 


177)  IN    DARKNESS.  186 

2  Little  then  myself  I  knew, 

Little  thought  of  Satan's  power ; 
Now  I  feel  my  sins  anew ; 

Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hour! 
Sin  has  put  my  joys  to  flight ; 
Sin  has  turn'd  my  day  to  night. 

3  Saviour,  shine  and  cheer  my  soul, 

Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive; 
Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole, 

Far  away  the  tempter  drive ; 
Speak  the  word  and  set  me  free. 
Let  me  live  alone  to  thee.  Newton. 

1S6.   Backslidings  a?id  Returns.   CM. 

1  Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee, 

My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove  ? 

Where  can  such  sweetness  be 
As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love. 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 

3  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 

The  savor  of  thy  grace. 
My  heart  presumes  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  davs. 
12 


187  CHRISTIAN  (178 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 

The  flatt'ring  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtless  heart, 
And  thrust  me  from  thy  arms. 

6  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  soul 

That  I  should  leave  thee  so : 
Where  will  those  wild  aff'ections  roll 
That  let  a  Saviour  go  ?  Watt*. 

187.   Hatred  of  Sin.    L.  M. 

1  Holy  Lord  God !  I  love  thy  truth. 

Nor  dare  thy  least  commandment  slight; 
Yet,  pierc'd  by  sin,  the  serpent's  tooth, 
I  mourn  the  anguish  of  the  bite. 

2  But  though  the  poison  lurks  within, 

Hope  bids  me  still  with  patience  wait; 
Till  death  shall  set  me  free  from  sin, 
Free  from  the  only  thing  I  hate. 

3  Had  I  a  throne  above  the  rest, 

Where  angels  and  arch-angels  dwell. 
One  sin,  unslain  within  my  breast. 

Would  make  that  heaven  as  dark  as  hell. 


179)  I.\    DARKNESS.  188 

4  The  prisoner  sent  to  breathe  fresh  air, 

And  bless'd  with  liberty  again, 
Would  mourn,  Avere  he  condemn'd  to  wear 
One  link  of  all  his  former  chain. 

5  But  0  !  no  foe  invades  the  bliss 

When  glory  crowns  the  Christian's  head ; 
One  view  of  Jesus,  as  he  is. 
Will  strike  all  sin  for  ever  dead,     cowper. 

188.  Approaching  the  Judgment.   S.  M. 

1  Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 

I  from  my  grave  shall  rise, 
And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crown'd, 
And  see  the  flaming  skies. 

2  Who  can  resolve  the  doubt 

That  tears  my  anxious  breast  ? 
Shall  I  be  with  the  lost  cast  out, 
Or  number'd  with  the  blest? 

3  0  thou  that  wouldst  not  have 

One  wretched  sinner  die; 
Who  diedst  thyself,  my  soul  to  save 
From  endless  misery ; — 

4  Show  me  the  way  to  shun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe  ! 
That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 
I  may  with  joy  appear.        Wesley's  CoL 


189  CHRISTIAN  (ISO 

189«    Chrisfs  Presence  our  Life.  L.  M. 

1  How  full  of  anguish  is  the  thought, — 

How  it  distracts  and  tears  my  heart, — 
If  God  at  last,  my  sov'reign  Judge, 

Should  frown,  and  bid  my  soul — depart ! 

2  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  stage, 

Where  shall  I  fly — but  to  thy  breast? 
For  I  have  sought  no  other  home  ; 
For  I  have  learnt  no  other  rest. 

3  I  cannot  live  contented  here, 

Without  some  glimpses  of  thy  face; 

And  heav'n,  without  thy  presence  there. 

Would  be  a  dark  and  tiresome  place. 

4  When  earthly  cares  engross  the  day. 

And  hold  my  thoughts  aside  from  thee, 
The  shining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 

5  And  if  no  evening  visit's  paid 

Between  my  Saviour  and  my  soul, 
How  dull  the  night !  how  sad  the  shade ! 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll  I 

6  The  strings  that  twine  around  my  heart, 

Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off; 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 
With  their  dear  hold  of  Christ,  my  love. 

Watts. 


18l)  IN    DARKNESS.  190 

190.   Light  in  Darkness.    C.  M. 

1  When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 

And  chang'd  my  mournful  state : 
My  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appear'd  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess : 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknoA\Ti  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbors  cried, 

And  o^\Ti'd  thy  power  divine : 
"Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  replied. 
And  be  the  glory  thine. 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness,  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come  : 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessing  home. 

6  Though  seed  lie  buried  long  in  dust. 

It  sha'n't  deceive  their  hope  : 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost, 

For  grace  ensures  the  crop.  Watts. 


191,  192  CHRISTIAN  (18-2 


CHRISTIAN— Confldenoe   in  God. 

191.    Safety  i?i  God.    S.  M. 

1  When,  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 

My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief. 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  0  lead  me  to  the  Rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 

3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 

For  ever  I'  11  abide. 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  ihe  same.  Watts. 

192.   Prayer  and  Hope.   C.  M. 
1  Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 
"  Ye  children,  seek  my  grace," 
My  heart  replied  without  delay, 
"I'll  seek  my  Father's  face." 


183)  CONFIDENCE    IN    GOD.  193 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  fro-wTi  my  soul  away ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee, 
In  a  distressing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear, 

Leave  me  to  want,  or  die ; 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  soul  believ'd 
To  see  thy  grace  provide  relief — 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up ; 
He'  11  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope.  Watts. 

193.    Confidence  in  God.   L.  M. 

1  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil ; 

The  withering  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 

The  field  delude  the  tiller's  toil: 

2  Although  the  stall  no  herd  afford, 

And  perish  all  the  bleating  race ; 
Yet  wdll  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 


194  CHRISTIAN  (184 

3  Though  comfortless  my  soul  remain, 

And  not  a  gleam  of  light  appear; 
Though  joys  be  sought,  and  sought  in  vain, 
And  though  despair  itself  be  near: 

4  Although  assurance  all  be  lost, 

And  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  see; 
Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  trust, 
And  glory  that  he  died  for  me.        Wesley. 

194:.  God  the  Christian's  Happiness.  C.  jVf. 

1  My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 

My  everlasting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee,  in  heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys. 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own, 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

4  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas. 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore : 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more.  Waits. 


5)  CO^'FIDE^-CE   IN    GOD.        195,  196 

195.    Strength  equal  to  the  day.    7's. 

1  Wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 

To  his  gracious  promise  flee, 
Laying  hold  upon  his  word, 

"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  If  the  sorrows  of  thy  case 

Seem  peculiar  still  to  thee, 
God  has  promis'd  needful  grace, 

"  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

3  Days  of  trial,  days  of  grief, 

Li  succession  thou  may'st  see  : 
This  is  still  thy  sweet  relief, 

"As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  Rock  of  Ages,  I'm  secure, 

"With  thy  promise  full  and  free ; 
Faithful,  positive,  and  sure — 

'^  As  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be." 

Gems- 

196.   Adoption.    S.  M. 

1  Behold  what  wondrous  grace 

The  Father  has  bestow'd 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God ! 

2  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made  ; 
'But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  head. 


197  CHRISTIAN  (1S6 

3  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  soul  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

4  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  do-\vn  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

5  We  would  no  longer  lie, 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne ; 
My  faith  shall  Abha,  Father,  cry, 

And  thou  the  kindred  o^\'ti.  Waits. 

197.   Seeking  God.    S.  M. 

1  My  God,  permit  my  tongue 

This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail, 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  For  life,  without  thy  love. 

No  relish  can  afford ; 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this. 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

3  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands. 

And  praise  thee  while  I  live  ; 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feast 
Such  food  or  pleasure  give. 


187)  CONFIDENCE    IN    GOD.  198 

4  In  wakeful  hours  of  night 

I  call  my  God  to  mind ; 
I  think  how  wise  thy  counsels  are. 
And  all  thy  dealings  kmd. 

5  Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies ; 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

6  The  shadoAv  of  thy  wings 

My  soul  in  safety  keeps ; 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 

And  he  supports  my  steps.  Watts. 

198.    Midnight  Thoughts  recollected. 
C.  M. 

1  'Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

I  thought  upon  thy  power ; 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  sight 
Amidst  the  darkest  hour. 

2  My  flesh  lay' resting  on  my  bed. 

My  soul  arose  on  high ; 
*'  My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,"  I  said, 
"  Bring  thy  salvation  nigh." 

3  My  spirit  labors  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  ,* 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  still, 
While  I  pursue  my  God. 


199,  200  CHRISTIAN  (183 

4  Thy  mercy  stretches  o'er  my  head 
The  shadow  of  thy  wings ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  sings.        Waits. 

199.   Rest  171  God.   S.  M. 

1  Oh,  cease  !  my  wandering  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam; 
All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

2  Behold  the  ark  of  God ! 

Behold  the  open  door ; 
Oh  !  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  roam,  my  soul,  no  more. 

3  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 

There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longin.^  satisfied. 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

4  Then  cease  I  my  wandering  soul, 

On  restless  wing  to  roam ; 
All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home.         Epis.  Coi, 

200.    Wrestling  for  a  Blessing.    Ts. 
1  Nay,  I  cannot  let  thee  go. 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face. 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 


1^9)  CONFIDENCE    IN    GOD.  201 

2  T]iou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold ; 

Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  power  defy- 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 

3  Once  a  sinner,  near  despair. 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer: 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free- 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

4  Many  years  have  pass'd  since  then  ; 
Many  changes  have  I  seen ; 

Yet  have  been  uplield  till  now— 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 

5  Thou  hast  help'd  in  every  need— 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  ; 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

6  No !  I  must  maintain  my  hold  ; 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold: 
I  can  no  denial  take. 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake.      Newton. 

201,    Trust  in  Christ.    CM. 

1  0  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call. 
My  load  of  guilt  remove  ; 
Break  down  this  separating  wall, 
That  bars  me  from  thv  love. 


202  CHRISTIAN  (130 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace  ; 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

3  No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifer  slain, 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone : 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  soul  oppress'd  with  sin's  desert, 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise ; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart. 
Is  our  best  sacrifice.  Waits. 

202.  Tkink  upon  me.   Neh.  5  :  19.  CM. 

1  0  thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  heart  to  thee : 
In  all  my  trials,  conflicts,  woes. 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When  groaning,  on  my  burden'd  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily ; 
My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart ; 
In  love,  remember  me. 

3  If  on  my  face,  for  thy  dear  name, 

Shame  and  reproaches  be  ; 
r  II  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame, 
If  thou  remember  me. 


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ld\)  CONFIDENCE    IxX    GOD.        203,204' 

4  The  hour  is  near — consign 'd  to  death, 
I  own  the  just  decree ; 
Saviour,  with  my  last  parting  breath, 
r  11  cry — remember  me.  Hawie». 

203.    Chrisi  our  Strength.   L.  M. 

1  Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  the  day ;" 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Leaning  on  all-sufficient  grace. 

2  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ's  own  power  may  rest  on  me ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong, 
Grace  is  my  shield,  and  Christ  my  song. 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 

All  sufferings,  if  my  Lord  be  there ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  he  my  sinking  head  sustains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdra^vn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
When  new  temptations  spring  and  rise, 
We  find  how  great  our  weakness  is.    Watts. 

204.    ^  Refuge  from  the  Storm.    C.  M. 
1  Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 


ti05  CHRISTIAN  (192 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  0 !  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust.     Steele. 

205.    Christ  precious.    CM. 

1  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  soimds 

In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  sooths  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear.  ^ 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul. 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  By  him,  my  ppay'rs  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defil'd  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain. 
And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 


19:j)  co-xfidence  Ii\  god.  206 

•i  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

5  Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death.         Newton. 

206.   Lovesi  thou  Mel   C.  M.  ^ 

1  Do  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord  ? 

Behold  my  heart  and  see ; 

And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out 

That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  ; 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 

When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 
I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 

Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 
13 


207  CHRISTIAN  (!' 

5  Would  not  my  ardent  spirit  vie 

With  angels  round  the  throne, 
To  execute  thy  sacred  will, 
And  mtike  thy  glory  knoAvn  ? 

6  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  thy  name  ? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th'  immortal  flame  ? 

7  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord; 

But,  0  !  I  long  to  soar  i 

Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys,         ', 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

Doddridge.  J 

207,   Love  to  Christ.   L.  M. 

1  Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 

Jesus,  thy  love  exceeds  the  rest; 

Love,  the  best  blessing  here  below, 

The  highest  rapture  of  the  blest. 

2  While  we  are  held  in  thine  embrace 

There's  not  a  thought  attempts  to  rove ; 
Each  smile  that's  seen  upon  thy  face 
Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  our  love. 

3  When  of  thine  absence  we  complain. 

And  long,  and  weep,  and  humbly  pray ; 
There's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain  ; 
Those  tears  are  sweet  which  mourn  thy  stay. 


135)  CONFIDENCE    IN    GOD.  OQS 

4  When  round  thy  courts  by  day  we  rove, 

Or  ask  the  watchmen  of  the  night 
For  some  kind  tidings  from  above, 
Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 

5  Jesus,  our  God,  descend  and  come ; 

Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  thy  face , 
'Tis  heaven  to  see  our  Lord  at  home, 
And  feel  the  presence  of  his  grace. 

Watts. 

20S,  Example  of  Christ  and  Saints.  CM. 

1  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 

Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be  I 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  belov/, 

(And  wet  their  couch  with  tears ; 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came  ? 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
J  Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, 
His  zeal  uispir'd  their  breast. 

And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possessed  the  promis'd  rest. 


201),  210  CHRISTLAN  ()% 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 
For  his  own  pattern  given  ; 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven.   Watts. 

209.    Christ  our  Example.    L.  ^,l. 

1  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  tliy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  ihem  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midniglit  air 
Witness'd  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew. 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern :  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb.     Waits. 

210.    Christ's  Example.    L.  M. 
"   1  And  is  the  Gospel  peace  and  love? 
Such  let  our  conversation  be : 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove. 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 


i 


197)  CONFIDENCE    IN    GOD.  211 

2  Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife,^ 
To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

3  0  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 

How  mild,  how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 
And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

4  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will 

Was  his  employment  and  delight; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 

5  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came. 

The  labors  of  his  life  were  love ; 
Then,  if  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 
By  his  example  let  us  move.  Steele. 

21  !•   Living  to  Christ.   L.  M 

1  I  live  to  die,  I  die  to  live. 

And  live,  no  more  to  die  again ; 
In  death  I  shall  a  life  receive. 

In  worlds  remote  from  death  and  pain. 

2  This  life  I  owe  to  Him  who  died. 

And  rose,  and  reigns  in  yonder  skies ; 
I  triumph  through  the  Crucified, 

And,  dead  withChrist, with  Christ  shall  rise. 


212  .  chkistia:v  (k^ 

3  His  wondrous  death  my  life  ensures, 

His  Tvondrous  rising  death  destroys; 
"While  Jesus  lives  my  life  endures, 
That  life  the  measure  of  my  joys. 

4  Then  let  me  live,  and  let  me  die. 

To  Him  who  lived  and  died  for  me; 
That  I  may  rise  with  Him  on  high, 
To  life  and  immortality. 

212,    Salvation  by  Grace.    C.  M. 

1  Lord,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults; 

How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 
Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  w^ere  sin. 

2  But,  0  my  soul,  for  ever  praise. 

For  ever  love  his  name, 
"Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 

3  'Tis  not  by  Avorks  of  righteousness 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done ; 
But  we  are  sav'd  by  sov'reign  grace 
Abounding  through  his  Son. 

4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  souls  are  wash'd  from  sin. 


19y)  CONFIDENCE   IN    GOD.  213 

5  'Tis  through  the  purchase  of  His  death, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew: 

And,  justified  by  grace. 
We  shall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  see  our  Father's  face.  Watta. 

213,  The  Penitent  Thief,  Ts. 

1  Sovereign  grace  has  power  alone 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone ; 
And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt 

2  When  the  Lord  was  crucified. 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died ; 
One,  with  vile  blaspheming  tongue, 
Scoff 'd  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death : 
Perish'd,  as  too  many  do, 
With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 

4  But  the  other,  touch'd  with  grace. 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case, 
Faith  received  to  own  the  Lord, 
Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorr'd. 


214,  215  CHillSTIAN  (200 

5  "Lord,"  he  pray'd,  "remember  me 
"  When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be:" 
"Soon  with  me,"  the  Lord  replies, 
"Thou  shalt  rest  in  paradise." 

6  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed, 

Grace  bestow'd  in  time  of  need!  j 

Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name,  ' 

You  shall  find  him  still  the  same.    Newios, 

214.    Salvation  by  Grace.    C.  M. 

1  Amazing  grace  I — how  sweet  the  soimd, 

That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me ! 
1  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found ; 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear. 

And  grace  my  fears  reliev'd; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear 
The  hour  I  first  believ'd! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far. 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home.     Newton. 

215*    Salvation  by  Grace.    S.  M. 
1  Grace!  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
Harmonious  to  the  ear ! 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound^ 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 


201)  CONFIDENCE    IX    GOD.  216 

2  Grace  first  contriv'd  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  Avondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise.   Doddridge. 

216.   Grateful  Recollection.    8,7. 

1  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Eben-ezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come, 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

3  Jesus  sought  me,  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Inlerpos'd  his  precious  blood. 


217  CHRISTIAN  (202 

4  Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace  now,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee: 

5  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 
Here  's  my  heart — 0  take  and  seal  it, 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above.      Robinson- 

217*  Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb.  S.M. 

1  Awake,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  rising  power, 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  till  we  feel  our  heart 

Ascending  with  our  tongue; 
Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 
And  grace  inspire  our  song. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  the  eternal  King. 


203)  GRACES    AND    DUTIES.  218 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"Ye  blessed  children,  come;" 
Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wanderers  home. 

6  Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
"Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb."   Hammond. 


CHRISTIAN— Graces  and  Duties. 


218.    The  World  Banished.  CM. 

1  Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 

It  has  no  charms  for  me  ; 

Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 

But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford ; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Now  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 

The  stars  are  all  conceal 'd; 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away 
When  Jesus  is  reveal'd. 


219  CHRISTIAN  (501 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice — 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice, 
Have  fix'd  my  roving  heart, 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 

And  wholly  live  to  thee ; 
But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  worm  like  me  I 

6  Yes,  though  of  sirmers  I'm  the  worst, 

I  cannot  doubt  thy  ^»ill ; 
For,  if  thou  hadst  not  lov'd  me  first, 
I  had  refus'd  thee  still.  Newton. 

219.  The  World  Renounced.   CM. 

1  How  vain  are  all  things  here  below. 

How  false,  and  yet  how  fair  I 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too. 
And  ev'ry  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky- 

Give  bui  a  flatt'ring  light ; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys,  and  nearest  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood — 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  I 


205)  GFwVCES    A>"D    DUTIES.  220 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good.  Watts. 

220.    Waichfulness  against  Temptation, 
C.  M. 

1  Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high ; 
'Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
While  crowds  mistake,  and  die. 

2  Beloved  self  must  be  denied. 

The  mind  and  will  renewed, 
Passion  suppress'd,  and  patience  tried, 
And  vain  desires  subdued. 

3  Flesh  is  a  dangerous  foe  to  grace. 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules ; 
Flesh  must  be  humbled,  pride  abased, 
Lest  they  destroy  our  souls. 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  banished  hence, 

(That  vile  idolatry,) 
And  every  member,  every  sense, 
In  sweet  subjection  lie. 


221  cHsisTiAN  (aw 

5  The  tongue,  that  most  unruly  power, 

Requires  a  strong  restraint ; 
"We  must  be  watchful  every  hour, 
And  pray,  but  never  faint. 

6  Lord,  can  a  feeble,  helpless  worm, 

Fulfil  a  task  so  hard  ? 
Thy  grace  must  all  the  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward.  waiu 

221.   Self-Distrusi.   S.  M. 

1  Beware  of  Peter's  word, 

Nor  confidently  say, 
"I  never  icill  deny  the  Lord," 
But  "grant  I  never  may." 

2  Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 

His  strength  in  God  alone; 
And  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak, 
Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

3  Retreat  beneath  his  wings, 

And  in  his  grace  confide ; 
This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kings 
Than  all  your  works  beside. 

4  In  Jesus  is  our  store ; 

Grace  issues  from  his  throne ; 
Whoever  says,  "I  want  no  more," 
Confesses  he  has  none.  Cowpe» 


207)  GRACES    AND    DUTIES.  222 

222.    Unfaithfulness  Lamented.    L.  M. 

1  Poor,  weak,  and  worthless  though  I  am, 

I  have  a  rich  almighty  Friend; 
Jesus,  the  Saviour,  is  his  name ; 
He  freely  loves,  and  without  end. 

2  He  ransom'd  me  from  hell  with  blood 

And  by  his  pow'r  my  foes  controll'd ; 
He  found  me  wand'ring  far  from  God, 
And  brought  me  to  his  chosen  fold. 

3  But,  ah !  my  inmost  spirit  mourns. 

And  well  my  eyes  with  tears  may  swim, 
To  think  of  my  perverse  returns ; 
I  've  been  a  faithless  friend  to  him. 

4  He  bids  me  always  freely  come, 

And  promises  whate'er  I  ask; 
But  I  am  straiten'd,  cold,  and  dumb, 
And  count  my  privilege  a  task. 

5  Before  the  world,  that  hates  his  cause. 

My  treach'rous  heart   has  throbb'd  with 
shame ; 
Loth  to  forego  the  world's  applause, 
I  hardly  dare  avow  his  name. 

6  Sure,  were  I  not  most  vile  and  base, 

I  should  not  thus  my  Friend  requite ! 
And  were  not  he  the  God  of  grace, 
He'd  frown  and  spurn  me  from  his  sight. 

Newton, 


223  CHRISTIA.-^  (208 

223*    Prayer  for    Quickening    Grace. 
C.  M. 

1  My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust ; 

Lord,  give  me  life  divine; 
From  vain  desires  and  every  lust 
Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 

To  speed  me  in  thy  way, 
Lest  I  should  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 

3  When  sore  afflictions  press  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quickening  powers  ; 

Thy  word  that  T  have  rested  on. 

Shall  help  my  heaviest  hours. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  sovereign  still, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heavenly  road  ? 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  see  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  slow  my  spirits  move 
Without  enlivening  grace  ! 

6  Then  shall  I  love  thy  Gospel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word,  j 

When  I  have  felt  its  quickenmg  power 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord.  Waits. 


209)  GRACES    AND    DUTIES.        224,  *^25 

224.  The  One  Thing  needful.   C.  M. 

1  Religion  is  the  chief  concern 

Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 

2  More  needful  this  than  glittering  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows ; 
Not  reputation,  food,  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  0  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd, 
His  government  to  own. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith  and  love, 

Be  join'd  with  godly  fear; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere.  p^^^^^^^ 

225.  Repentance  for  Sin,   L.  M. 
1  Hence  from  my  soul,  my  sins,  depart, 

Your  fatal  friendship  now  I  see; 
Long  have  you  dwelt  too  near  my' heart, 
Hence  to  eternal  distance  flee. 

14 


226  CHRISTIAN  (210 

2  Ye  gave  my  dying  Lord  his  wound, 

Yet  I  caress'd  your  vip'rous  brood, 
And  in  my  heartstrings  twia'd  you  round, 
You,  the  vile  murderers  of  my  God. 

3  Black  heavy  thoughts,  like  mountains,  roll 

O'er  my  poor  breast,  with  boding  fears; 
And  crushing  hard  my  tortur'd  soul, 
Wring  through  my  eyes  the  briny  tears. 

4  How  sweet  the  voice  of  pardon  sounds  I 

Sweet  the  relief  to  deep  distress  I 

I  feel  the  balm  that  heals  my  wounds, 

And  all  my  powers  adore  the  grace. 

Walts. 

226*    Confession  of  Sin.    S.  M. 

'      10  blessed  souls  are  they. 

Whose  sins  are  cover'd  o'er ; 

Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 

Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past. 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care ; 
Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  conceal.'d  my  guilt, 

I  felt  the  fest'ring  wound  ; 
Till  I  confess'd  my  sins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 


311)  GRACES    AND    DUTIES.         227,  228 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne ; 
Our  help,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 
Is  found  in  God  alone.  Waiu. 

227.    Preciousness  of  Faith,    S.  M. 

1  Faith — 'tis  a  precious  grace, 

Where'er  it  is  bestow'd  ; 
It  boasts  of  a  celestial  birth. 
And  is  the  gift  of  God. 

2  Jesus  it  owns  as  King, 

And  all-atoning  Priest ; 
It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 
But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 

3  To  him  it  leads  the  soul. 

When  fiU'd  Avith  deep  distress ; 
Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood. 
And  trusts  his  righteousness. 

4  Since  'tis  thy  work  alone. 

And  that  divinely  free ; 
Lord,  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  work  this  faith  in  me.        Beddome. 

228.    Walking  by  Faith.   L.  M. 
1  'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  aS  night : 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 


229  CHEISTUN  (212 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

"While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 

Though  lions  roar  and  tempests  blow, 

And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abraham,  by  divine  command. 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 

And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road.    Waiis. 

229.  A  living  and  a  dead  Faith.  C.  M. 

1  Mistaken  souls !  that  dream  of  heav'n, 

And  make  their  empty  boast 

Of  inward  joys  and  sins  forgiv'n, 

While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies'  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead ; 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 

To  Christ,  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart  j 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love ; 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart. 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 


213)  GRACES    AND    DUTIES.         230,  231 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell, 
By  a  celestial  pow'r ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour.  Watts. 

230.    Sincerity.    C.  M. 

1  God  is  a  Spirit  just  and  wise, 

He  sees  our  inmost  mind ; 
In  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honor  can  appear  ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 

Their  bended  knees  the  ground ; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord  !  search  my  thoughts  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  my  soul  sincere  ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 

And  find  acceptance  there.  Watts. 

23  1 »    Sincerity  and  Humility,    L.  M. 
1  Behold,  hoAv  sinners  disagree, — 
The  Publican  and  Pharisee  ! 
One  doth  his  righteousness  proclaim, 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  shame. 


Q32  CHRISTIAN  (214 

2  This  man  at  humble  distance  stands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  ; 
That  boldly  rises  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done. 

3  The  Lord  their  difTrent  language  knows, 
And  difTrent  answers  he  bestows : 

The  humble  soul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
Whilst  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

4  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boasting  Pharisee  ; 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 

But  plead  the  suft''rings  of  thy  Son.    Watts. 

!232.    Humility  and  Submission.    C.  M. 

1  Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 

Search,  gracious  God,  and  see  : 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  still, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild  ; 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  ; 
Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  resign'd. 

And  trust  a  faithful  Lord.  Watti. 


215)  GRACES    AND    DUTIES.        233,  234< 

233.   Love.   C.  M. 

1  Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

Where  love  inspires  the  breast; 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas  !  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear ; 
Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  swift  obedience  move; 
The  devils  know,  and  tremble  too  ; 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease ; 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sAveet  realms  of  bliss. 

5  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay. 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode. 
The  .wings  of  love  bear  us  away 

To  see  our  smiling  God.  Watt*. 

234.    Christian  Love.   S.  M. 
1  Let  party  names  no  more 

The  Christian  world  o'erspread  ; 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 


236  CHRISTIAN  (ai6 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 

Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crown'd.  « 

3  Let  discord — child  of  hell  I 

Be  banish 'd  far  away ; 
Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love.  Beddome. 

235*    Christian  Joy.    5,  6,  9. 

1  How  happy  are  they 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above; 

0  !  what  tongue  can  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  the  soul  that  has  tasted  his  love. 

2  Yes,  all  the  day  long 

Is  the  Saviour  my  song, 
And  redemption  through  faith  in  his  name; 

0,  that  all  might  believe, 

And  salvation  receive, 
And  their  song  and  their  joy  be  the  same 


217)  GRACES    AND    DUTIES.  236 

236*  Heavenly  Joy  on  earth.   S.  M. 

1  Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known ; 
Join  m  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banish 'd  from  the  place ; 
Religion  never  was  design'd 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love ; 
He  will  send  down  his  heavenly  powers 
To  carry  us  above. 

5  There  we  shall  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

6  Yes,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state. 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 


237  CHRISTIAN'  C^IS 

7  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  be^un  below ; 
Celestial  fruits,  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

8  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

9  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  ever)'  tear  be  dry ; 
We're  marching  thro' Emmanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.  Watis. 

237.    Communion  with  God.    L.  M. 

1  0  that  I  could  for  ever  dwell 

With  Mary  at  my  Saviour's  feet, 
And  view  the  form  I  love  so  well. 
And  all  his  tender  words  repeat ! 

2  The  world  shut  out  from  all  my  soul. 

And  heav'n  brought  in  with  all  its  bliss  ; 
O,  is  there  aught  from  pole  to  pole. 
One  moment  to  compare  with  this  ? 

3  This  is  the  hidden  life  I  prize, 

A  life  of  penitential  love, 
When  most  my  follies  I  despise, 
And  raise  the  highest  thoughts  above- 


219)  GRACES    AND    DUTIES.  238 

4  When  all  I  am  I  clearly  see, 

And  freely  own  with  deepest  shame  ; 
When  the  Redeemer's  love  to  me 
Kindles  within  a  deathless  flame : 

5  Thus  would  I  live,  till  nature  fail, 

And  all  my  former  sins  forsake ; 
Then  rise  to  God  within  the  veil, 

And  of  eternal  joys  partake.  Reod. 

238.    Breathing  after  Heaven.    CM. 

1  Return,  0  God  of  Love,  return, 

Earth  is  a  tiresome  place ; 
How  long  shall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  absence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heav'n  succeed  our  painful  years, 

Let  sin  and  sorrow  cease ; 

And  in  proportion  to  our  tears. 

So  make  our  joys  increase. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  servants  show, 

Make  thine  own  Avork  complete ; 
Then  shall  our  souls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  shall  we  shine  before  thv  throne, 

In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord; 
And  the  poor  service  we  have  done. 
Meet  a  divine  reward.  Watts. 


239, 240  CHRISTIAN  (220 

239*   jYo  abiding  City  here.   L.  M. 

1  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here  " — 

This  may  distress  the  worldly  mind ; 
But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 

2  "We've  no  abiding  city  here  " — 

Sad  truth  were  this  to  be  our  home : 
But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 
"We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come." 

3  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 

Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do; 

Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear ; 

But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 

4  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here  " — 

We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight ; 
Zion  its  name — the  Lord  is  there — 

It  shines  with  everlasting  light-       Kelly. 

240.    Parting  with  earthly  Joys.    L.  M. 

1  I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away ; 

Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair  ; 
And  whilst  I  listen'd  to  your  song 

Your  streams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 


i 


221)  GRACES    AND    DUTIES.  24«1 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss ; 
That  drew  me  from  those  treacherous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eyes; 

0  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove 

To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies ! 

5  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 

Oceans  of  endless  pleasures  roll ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode. 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul.    Watts. 

241.    The  Christian  Pilgrim.   L.  M. 

1  Through  this  wide  wilderness  I  roam, 
Far  distant  from  my  blissful  home ; 
My  earthly  joys  are  from  me  torn, 
And  oft  an  absent  God  I  mourn. 

2  My  soul  with  various  tempests  toss'd. 
Her  fairest  hopes  and  projects  cross'd. 
Sees  every  day  new  straits  attend. 
And  wonders  where  the  scene  will  end. 

Is  this,  dear  Lord,  that  thorny  road 
Which  leads  us  to  the  mount  of  God  ? 
Are  these  the  toils  thy  people  know 
While  in  the  wilderness  below  ? 


242, 243  CHRISTIAN  (222 

4  'Tis  even  so — ihy  faithful  love 
Doth  all  thy  children's  graces  prove  ; 
'Tis  thus  our  pride  and  self  must  fall, 
That  Jesus  may  be  all  in  all.  Fawceit 

242.    The  Christian  Pilgrim.    7's. 

1  Pilgrim,  burden'd  with  thy  sin, 

Haste  to  Zion's  gate  to-day  ; 
There,  till  mercy  let  thee  in, 

Knock,  and  weep,  and  watch,  and  pray. 

2  Knock — for  mercy  lends  an  ear; 

Weep — she  marks  the  sinner's  sigh ; 
Watch — till  heavenly  light  appear ; 
Pray — she  hears  the  mourner's  cry. 

3  Mourning  Pilgrim  I  what  for  thee 

In  this  world  can  now  remain  ? 
Seek  that  world  from  which  shall  flee 
Sorrow,  shame,  and  tears,  and  pain. 

4  Sorrow  shall  for  ever  fly  ; 

Shame  shall  never  enter  there  ; 
Tears  be  wip'd  from  every  eye  ; 
Pain  in  endless  bliss  expire. 

243.    The  Pilgrim's  Song.   7,  6. 
1  Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rd  heaven,  thy  native  place. 


223)  GRACES    AND    DUTIES.  244j 

Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay  ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove: 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul  that  's  bom  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face  ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  Pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn  ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies. 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  knoAv 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given  ; 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  heaven. 

WhiteSeld. 

244.   The  Pilgrim'' s  Guide.  8,  7,4. 
1  Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim,  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty. 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  : 

Bread  of  heaven. 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 


245  CHRISTIAN  (224 

2  Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healincr  streams  do  flow  : 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside: 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  Destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee.  Robiueon. 

245.    Returning  to  Zion.   7's. 

1  Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  near  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seats  are  now  prepar'd, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 


225)  GRACES    AND    DUTIES.  24^6 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  : 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you,  undismay'd,  go  on. 

5  Lord !  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  : 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 

And  we  still  will  follow  thee.      Cennick. 

246.   Hoping  for  a  Revival.    L.  M. 

1  While  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 

To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 
Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say, 
"  Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  mine. 

2  "  Though  for  a  time  I  hide  my  face, 

"Rely  upon  my  love  and  power, 

"Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace, 

"  And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

3  "  Take  down  thy  long-neglected  liarp, 

"  I  've  seen  thy  tears  and  heard  thy  prayer ; 
"  The  winter  season  has  been  sharp, 
"  But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair." 

4  Lord,  I  obey — my  hopes  revive ; 

Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing: 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 
For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 

15  Newton. 


247,  24-8  CHRISTIAN  (226 

247.    Not  ashamed  of  Christ.    CM. 

1  I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  I  I  know  his  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands. 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands. 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face. 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place.  Watts. 

248.    Responsibility.    S.  M. 

1  A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil : 
0  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 


227)  GRACES    AND    DUTIES.  249 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  0  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  for  ever  die.  Wesley. 

249.    The  Christian  Race.    C.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 
A  heav'niy  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around, 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  I 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee. 

Have  I  my  race  begun ; 
And  crown'd  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 
I  '11  lay  my  honors  do"\vn.  Doddrid-re. 


250,  251  CHRISTIAN  (22s 

250.    The  Christian  Race.    L.  iM. 

1  Awake,  our  souls  I  (away  our  fears, 

Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone ;) 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  ev'r\''  saint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  pow'r 

Is  ever  new,  and  ever  young ; 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring. 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  full  supply ; 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength, 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air. 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode ; 

On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 

Nor  tire  amidst  the  heav'nly  road. 

Watt* 

251.   The  Christian  Warfare.  L.  M. 
1  Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  oS"  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  thy  great  Captain  Saviour 's  gone. 


£i29)  GRACES    AND    DUTIES.  252 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course ; 

But  l)ell  and  sin  are  vanquish'd  foes: 
Thy  Jesus  nail'd  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph — when  he  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conq'rors  wait. 

4  Then  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 

Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise.  Watts. 

252.    Hinder  me  not.    C.  M. 

1  In  all  my  Liords  appointed  ways 

My  journey  I  '11  pursue ; 
"Hinder  me  not,"  ye  much  loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  leads, 

I  '11  follow  where  he  goes ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duly  and  through  trials  too, 

I  '11  go  at  his  command  ; 
"Hinder  me  not,"  for  I  am  bound 
To  mv  Immanuel's  land. 


253       CHRISTIAN   GRACES    AT\'D    DUTIES.        (^230 

4  Aiid  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 
Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 
"Hinder  me  not,"  come,  welcome  death, 

I  '11  gladly  go  with  thee.  Dr.  Ryland. 

253*  Complaining  of  Spiritual  Sloth. 
CM. 

1  My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so ! 

Awake,  my  sluggish  soul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothmg  's  half  so  dull. 

2  The  little  ants,  for  one  poor  grain, 

Labor,  and  tug,  and  strive ; 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  their  courses  move, — 
We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above ; — 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labor'd  for  our  good: — 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood ! 

5  Lord,  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still. 

And  never  act  our  parts  I 
Come,  Holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 
And  sit  and  warm  our  hearts. 


231)  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  254 

6  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move, 
Upward  our  souls  shall  rise: 
With  hands  of  faith  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize.         Watts. 


CHRISTIAIV    EFFORT. 


254.    Christ  our  Example.   C.  M. 

1  Behold  where,  in  a  mortal  form, 

Appears  each  grace  divine ! 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 

3  Lowly  in  heart,  to  all  his  friends 

A  friend  and  servant  found ; 
He  wash'd  their  feet,  he  wip'd  their  tears, 
And  heal'd  each  bleeding  wound. 

4  Midst  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn. 

Patient  and  meek  he  stood; 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life: 
He  labor'd  for  their  good. 


255  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  (232 

5  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resign'd,  he  bow'd,  and  said, 
"Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !" 

6  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide, 

His  image  niay  we  bear  ! 
Oh  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, 
His  joy  and  glory  share.         Pratt's  C;^ 

255.    Christ  our  Example.    L.  M. 

1  When  from  the  glorious  realms  of  day, 

On  wings  of  love,  the  Saviour  flew, 
He  walk'd  through  mercy's  heavenly  way, 
And  bade  the  world  his  steps  pursue. 

2  The  blind,  the  lame,  his  power  eonfess'd  ; 

The  dumb  broke  forth  in  grateful  strains  ; 
He  gave  the  wearied  spirit  rest, 

And  loosed  the  prisoner  from  his  chains. 

3  And  shall  not  they  whose  lips  resound 

The  matchless  deeds  the  Saviour  wrought^ 
Like  him  in  charity  abound. 

And  practise  what  his  goodness  taught  ? 

4  Ye  who  his  grace  so  freely  share, 

Your  willing  aid  as  freely  give ; 

Your  lively  faith  and  love  declare^ 

And  in  his  sacred  precepts  live. 


833)  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  256 

5  Honor  your  Saviour,  speak  his  praise  ; 
By  acts  of  love  his  grace  proclaim ; 
Sweet  anthems  to  his  glory  raise, 
And  in  hosannas  sound  his  name. 

256.  Jesus  hasting  to  Suffer.  C.  M. 

1  The  Saviour,  what  a  noble  flame 

Was  kindled  in  his  breast. 
When,  hasting  to  Jerusalem, 
He  march'd  before  the  rest  I 

2  Good  will  to  men,  and  zeal  for  God, 

His  ev'ry  thought  engross; 
He  longs  to  be  baptiz'd  with  blood  ; 
He  pants  to  reach  the  cross. 

3  With  all  his  suff 'rings  full  in  view, 

And  woes  to  us  unknown. 
Forth  to  the  task  his  spirit  flew — 
'Twas  love  that  urg'd  him  on. 

4  Lord,  we  return  thee — what  we  can  ; 

Our  hearts  shall  sound  abroad, 
Salvation  to  the  dying  Man, 
And  to  the  rising  God  ! 

5  And  while  thy  bleeding  glories  here 

Engage  our  wond'ring  eyes, 
We  learn  our  lighter  cross  to  bear, 
And  hasten  to  the  skies.  Cowper, 


257,  258  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  (234 

257.    Christ  Weeping.    S.  M. 

1  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  ? 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  ever)'  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 

Angels  with  wonder  see  ! 
Be  thou  astonish 'd,  0  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept — that  we  might  weep ; 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear : 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there  's  no  weeping  there. 

Beddome. 

258.    Bearing  the  Cross.    CM. 

1  Didst  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame, 

And  bear  the  cross  for  me  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 
Or  thy  disciple  be  ? 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  dread 

To  suffer  shame  or  loss ; 
Oh,  let  me  in  thy  footsteps  tread. 
And  glory  in  thy  cross. 

3  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine. 

And  holy  courage  bold  ; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine, 
Nor  love  nor  zeal  sfrow  cold. 


235)  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  259 

4  Say  to  my  soul,  ''Why  dost  thou  fear 

"  The  face  of  feeble  clay  ? 
"  Behold  thy  Saviour  ever  near, 
"Will  guard  thee  in  the  way." 

5  Oh  how  my  soul  would  rise  and  run 

At  this  reviving  word  ; 
Nor  any  painful  suff'rings  shun, 
To  follow  thee,  my  Lord. 

6  Let  suiful  men  reproach,  defame, 

And  call  me  what  they  will, 
If  I  may  glorify  thy  name. 

And  be  thy  servant  still.  Kirkham. 

259.   Holy  Fortitude.   C.  M. 

1  Am  I  soldier  of  the  cross  ? 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease? 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 


260,  261  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  (236 

4  Sure,  I  must  fight,  if  1  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war. 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
With  faith's  discerning  eye.         Watts. 

260.    Watch  and  Pray.    S.  M. 

1  My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard. 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise; 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won. 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down : 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown.      Heath. 

261.   Self-Denial.   CM. 
1  And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 
My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee? 
I  own  thy  claim,  thyself  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 


237)  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  262 

2  Yes,  let  it  go — one  look  from  thee 

Will  more  than  make  amends 
For  all  the  losses  I  sustain, 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 

How  worthless  they  appear 
Compar'd  with  thee,  supremely  good, 
Divinely  bright  and  fair  ! 

4  Saviour  of  souls,  could  I  from  thee 

A  single  smile  obtain. 
Though  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
I'd  glory  in  my  gain.  Rippon. 

262.    Christian  Warfare.    S.  M. 

1  Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise. 

And  put  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
Through  his  eternal  Son ; 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power ; 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then  in  his  great  might. 

With  all  his  strength  endued; 
But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight. 
The  panoply  of  God  ; 


263  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  (238 

4  That  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
You  may  o'ercome,  through  Christ  alone, 
And  stand  entire  at  last. 

5  From  strength  to  strength  go  on, 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray, 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

6  Still  let  the  Spirit  cry 

In  all  his  soldiers,  "  Come," 
Till  Christ  the  Lord  descend  from  high 
And  take  the  conquerors  home. 

C.  Wesley. 

263.    Christian  Warfare.    S.  M. 

1  Ye  messengers  of  Christ, 

His  sov'reign  voice  obey ; 
Arise  1  and  follow  where  he  leads. 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master,  whom  you  serve, 

Will  needful  strength  bestow ; 
Depending  on  his  promis'd  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose ; 
The  cause  is  God's,  and  must  prevail, 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes.  voke. 


239)  CHRISTIAN    EFFOKT.  264 

264.    Witnesses  of  the  Christian   Race. 
C.  M. 

1  Behold  what  witnesses  unseen 

Encompass  us  around ; 
Men  once  like  us  by  suff'ring  tried, 
But  now  with  glory  crown 'd. 

2  Let  us,  with  zeal  like  theirs  inspir'd, 

Pursue  the  Christian  race, 
And,  freed  from  each  encumb'ring  weight, 
Their  holy  footsteps  trace. 

3  Behold  a  Witness  nobler  still, 

Who  trod  affliction's  path  ! 
Jesus,  at  once  the  finisher 
And  author  of  our  faith. 

4  He,  for  the  joy  before  him  set, 

So  generous  was  his  love, 
Endur'd  the  cross,  despis'd  the  shame — 
And  now  he  reigns  above. 

5  If  he  the  scorn  of  wicked  men 

With  patience  did  sustain. 
Becomes  it  those  for  whom  he  died, 
To  murmur  or  complain? 

6  Now  let  our  hearts  no  more  despond, 

Our  hands  be  weak  no  more ; 
Still  let  us  trust  our  Father's  love. 
His  wisdom  still  adore.  Reed. 


265,  266  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  (240 

265*    Pecuniary  Collection.    L.  M. 

1  When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  pow'r  and  grace, 

That  spread  salvation  through  our  race. 

2  Teach  us,  0  Lord,, to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue ; 
Let  alms  bestow'd,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witness'd  by  each  rolling  sun. 

3  That  man  may  last  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives  but  nothing  gives, 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank, 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank ! 

4  The  man  who  marks  from  day  to  day. 
In  gen'rous  acts  his  radiant  way. 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod — 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God.  GibboM. 

266.   CoUectiofi.   L.  M. 

1  Happy  the  man,  whose  gen'rous  heart 

Glows  with  the  living  flame  of  love, 
Who  freely  with  his  wealth  can  part, 
To  honor  Him  who  reigns  above !    , 

2  Ten  thousand  blessings  on  his  head 

From  heaven  shall  fall  as  gentle  dew, 
And  living  water,  living  bread, 
Sustain  him  all  life's  journey  through. 


241 )  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  '267 

3  "Give,"  saitli  the  Lord,  "I  will  repay : 
"  The  silver  and  the  gold  are  mine ; 
"  Such  measure  as  ye  mete  to-day, 
"  I  '11  measure  out  to  thee  and  thine  !'' 

J.  B.  H 

267.    Charity.    CM. 

1  Blest  is  the  man  whose  soft'ning  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  rais'd  in  vain : 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  gen'rous  warmth 

A  stranger's  woes  to  feel ; 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  He  spreads  his  kind  supporting  arms 

To  every  child  of  grief: 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unask'd  relief 

4  To  gentle  offices  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow: 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

5  He,  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

Shall  present  peace  receive — 

And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 

I        His  tremblmg  soul  shall  live.         B^rbauid 
*  16 


268,   269  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  (242 

268.  Remember  the  Poor.    L.  M. 

1  Ho,  ye  that  pant  for  transient  joys, 

How  long  refuse  ye  to  be  wise  ? 
Come,  throw  away  earth's  gilded  toys. 
And  seek  the  pleasures  of  the  skies. 

2  Come,  give  your  all  to  Christ  to-day; 

Trust  in  his  grace, — his  footsteps  tread; 
His  sov'reign  voice  in  faith  obey, 

And  "on  the  waters"  "cast  your  bread." 

3  Oh  I  who  so  sweetly  sleeps  or  wakes. 

Of  all  the  sons  of  men  below, 
As  he  that  cures  the  heart  that  aches, 
And  breaks  the  chains  of  human  wo  ? 

4  Religion,  undefil'd  and  pure. 

Relieves  the  widow  and  distress'd. 
And  spurning  every  sensual  lure, 

Makes  its  possessor  ever  blest.        j.  b.  h. 

269.  The  Merciful  Man.   L.  M. 

1  Blest  is  the  man  whose  heart  can  move 

And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 
Whose  soul,  by  sympathizing  love. 
Feels  what  his  fellow-saints  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 

More  good  than  his  ewn  hands  can  do ; 
He,  in  the  time  of  general  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too. 


243)  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  270 

3  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 

With  secret  blessings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  dearth 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pronoimce  his  sins  forgiven ; 
Will  save  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heaven. 

Watts. 

270.    Christ  in  his  Members.    CM. 

1  Jesus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace  ! 

Thy  bounties,  how  complete  ! 
How  shall  I  count  the  matchless  sum  ? 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt? 

2  High  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light 

Dost  thou  exalted  shine; 
What  can  my  poverty  bestow, 
When  all  the  worlds  are  thine  ? 

3  But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 

The  partners  of  thy  grace. 
And  wilt  confess  their  humble  names 
Before  thy  Father's  face. 

4  In  them  thou  mayst  be  cloth'd  and  fed, 

And  visited  and  cheer'd,  , 

And  in  their  accents  of  distress 
My  Saviour's  voice  is  heard, 


271,272  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  (S44 

5  Thy  face  with  revVence  and  with  love 
I  in  thy  poor  would  see ; 
0  rather  let  me  beg  my  bread, 

Than  hold  it  back  from  thee.     Doddridge. 

27  1*   Beholding  Transgressors.   L.  M. 

1  See  human  pature  sunk  in  shame ; 
See  scandals  pour'd  on  Jesus'  name ; 
The  Father  wounded  through  the  Son ; 
The  world  abused,  the  soul  undone. 

2  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight, 
Closing  in  everlasting  night ; 

In  flames  that  no  abatement  know, 
Kindled  by  sin,  the  source  of  wo. 

3  My  God,  I  feel  the  mournful  scene; 
My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men ; 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim. 

And  snatch  the  fire-brands  from  the  flame. 

4  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves. 

And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves; 
Thy  own  all-saving  arm  employ. 
And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 

Doddridge. 

2T2.    ''Come:'    Rev.  22  :  17.    S.  M. 
1  The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whisp'ring,  "  Sinner,  come  ;" 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  "Come!" 


245)  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  27S 

2  Let  him  that  heareth,say, 

»     To  all  about  him,  "Cornel" 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come  ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will. 

Oh  let  him  freely  come. 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  ; 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo !  Jesus,  who  invites. 

Declares,  I  quickly  come  : 
Lord,  even  so,  I  wait  thy  hour; 
'  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come  I       Epis.CoL 

27 3e  Ministering  to  the  Saints.  L.  M. 

1  Preserve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need; 

For  succor  to  thy  throne  I  flee ; 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 
My  goodness  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confess'd 

How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am ; 

My  praise  can  never  make  thee  blest, 

Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name : 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  saints  on  earth  may  reap 

Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do; 
These  are  the  company  I  keep, 

These  are  the  choicest  friends  I  know. 


274  CHRISTfAN    EFFORT.  (2^6 

4  Let  Others  choose  the  sons  of  mirth, 
To  give  a  relish  to  their  wine;  , 

I  love  the  men  of  heavenly  birth, 
Whose  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

Watts. 


27  4.    ''Ye  are  the  Light  of  the  World: 

8,  6. 

1  "  Light  of  the  world,"  in  mercy  given, 
To  guide  benighted  souls  to  heaven. 

Say,  shall  it  be  concealed  ? 
While  groping  millions,  stumbling,  fall, 
Let  Zion's  light,  designed  for  all, 

Shine  forth,  to  all  revealed. 

2  Streams  from  the  upper  fountain  flow, 
To  irrigate  the  plains  below, 

Turn  not  those  streams  away. 
Salvation  I  let  the  current  roll 
T'  enrich  the  with'ring,  barren  soul 

With  fruits  that  ne'er  decay. 

3  The  healing  pool  of  Gospel  grace 
Cures  all  diseases  of  our  race, 

And  all  may  wash  who  choose; 
Then  let  the  cured  perpetual  cry, 
"  0  come  I  its  sovereign  virtues  try — 

"  Come  ALL — let  none  refuse." 

S  Wood  bridge. 


347)  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  275,276 

275.    Laboring  for  fhe  Sovls  of  Men. 
L.  M. 

1  Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name. 

Where'er  the  human  race  is  found  ; 
The  glorious  jubilee  proclaim, 
Sweetly  the  gospel-trumpet  sound. 

2  The  joyful  news  to  all  impart. 

And  teach  them  where  salvation  lies ; 
With  care  bind  up  each  broken  heart, 
And  "  wipe  the  tear  from  sorrow's  eyes." 

3  Be  wise  as  serpents  where  you  go. 

And  harmless  as  the  peaceful  dove ; 
Thus  shall  your  heaven-taught  conduct  show 
You  are  commissioned  from  above. 

4  Freely  from  me  ye  have  received, 

Freely,  in  love,  to  others  give ; 
So  shall  your  doctrines  be  believ'd. 
And,  through  your  labors,  sinners  live ! 

276.   Spiritual  Harvest.   8,  7. 
1  He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping, 
Bearing  still  the  precious  seed, 
Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 
All  his  labor  shall  succeed. 
Then  will  fall  the  rain  of  heaven, 
Then  the  sun  of  mercy  shine; 
Precious  fruits  will  then  be  given, 
Through  an  influence  divine. 


277  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  (243 

2  Sow  thy  seed,  be  never  weary, 

Nor  let  fears  thy  mind  employ  ; 
Be  the  prospect  ne'er  so  dreary, 

Thou  may  St  reap  the  fruits  of  joy. 
Lo  !  the  scene  of  verdure  bright'ning, 

See  the  rising  grain  appear; 
Look  again  I  the  fields  are  whit'ning; 

Sure  the  harvest-time  is  near. 

Ch.  Psalmist. 

27  7.    Winning  Souls  to  Christ.    7's. 

1  Would  you  win  a  soul  to  God, 
Tell  hiiji  of  a  Saviour's  blood, 
Once  for  dying  sinners  spilt, 
To  atone  for  all  their  guilt. 

2  Tell  him  how  the  streams  did  glide 
From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side; 
How  his  head  with  thorns  was  crown*d. 
And  his  heart  in  sorrow  drown 'd : 

3  How  he  yielded  up  his  breath, 
How  he  agoniz'd  in  death. 
How  he  lives  to  intercede, 
Christ  our  Advocate  and  Head. 

4  Tell  him,  it  was  sovereign  grace 
Led  THEE  first  to  seek  his  face ; 
Made  thee  choose  the  better  part. 
Wrought  salvation  in  thy  heart. 


249)  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  278,  279 

5  Tell  him  of  that  liberty 
Wherewith  Jesus  makes  us  free ; 
Sweetly  speak  of  sins  forgiv'n, 
Earnest  of  the  joys  of  heav'n.     Hammond. 

278.  Prudence  and  Zeal.    CM. 

1  Thus  I  resolv'd  before  the  Lord, 

"  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
"Lest  I  let  slip  one  sinful  word, 
"  Or  do  my  neighbor  wrong." 

2  If  I  am  e'er  constrain 'd  to  stay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I  '11  set  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I  '11  scarce  allow  my  lips  to  speak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Lest  scoffers  should  th'  occasion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 
r      4  Yet  if  some  proper  hour  appear 
I  '11  not  be  over-aw'd; 
But  let  the  scoffing  sinners  hear 
That  I  can  speak  of  God.  watts. 

279.  Active  Benevolence.   CM. 
1  What  shall  we  render,  bounteous  Lord, 

For  all  the  grace  Ave  see  ? 
Alas  !  the  goodness  worms  can  yield, 
Extendeth  not  to  thee. 


'280  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  (250 

2  To  tents  of  wo,  to  beds  of  pain, 

Our  cheerful  feet  repair, 
And  with  the  gifts  thy  hand  bestows, 
Relieve  the  mourners  there. 

3  The  widow's  heart  shall  sing  for  joy. 

The  orphan  shall  be  glad  ; 
The  hungering  soul  we'll  gladly  point 
To  Christ  the  living  bread. 

4  Thus  passing  through  the  vale  of  tears, 

May  our  example  shine, 
Till  others  learn  to  glorify 

Our  Father's  name  divine.  Boden. 

280.    Trad  Visitation.    7's. 

1  Where  the  lost  and  wretched  are, 
Where  they  stray  from  duty  far, 
Where  they  tread  the  brink  of  wo, 
There  our  willing  footsteps  go. 

2  There  we  pray,  and  plead,  and  weep, 
While  alas  I  the  guilty  sleep — 
When  awakened  spirits  move. 
Then  we  speak  of  Jesus'  love. 

3  Lord,  our  help  on  thee  is  laid  I 
All  our  hope  is  from  thy  aid  ; 
Crown  our  works  with  grace  divine, 
All  the  glory  will  be  thine. 


251)  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  281,  282 

28  1  •     "  Compel  them  to  come  in.''''    8,  6. 

1  Go  iiito  every  street  and  lane, 

Betimes  the  work  begin ; 
Gently,  by  love,  each  soul  constrain, 

"  Compel  them  to  come  in  :" 
The  house  of  prayer  's  the  gate  of  heaven, 
To  all  the  invitation  's  given. 

2  Let  all  the  wretched  hear  thy  voice. 

Each  wayward  wanderer  seek  ; 
Tell  of  a  heaven  of  boundless  joys. 

Of  peace  and  pardon  speak  ; 
And  all  God's  counsel  to  declare, 
Tell  of  a  world  of  dark  despair  ! 

3  To  all  be  courteous,  meek,  and  mild, 

Affectionate,  sincere ; 
And  if  at  any  time  revil'd, 

Yield  not  to  wrath  or  fear ; 
But  joyfully  endure  the  shame. 
And  bear  reproach,  for  Jesus'  name. 

282.  ''Come  to  the  Help  of  the  Lord:^ 
L.  M.    6  lines. 
1  Christian  I  to  active  duty  wake, 
Be  strong  in  God's  eternal  might ; 
The  weapons  of  the  Spirit  take 

To  vanquish  and  to  put  to  flight 
Those  legions  of  contending  foes. 
That  thy  Great  Captain's  march  oppose. 


283  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  (253 

2  Ingloriously  no  longer  stand 

Inquiring,  "How  sliall  Jacob  rise  ?" 
For  Israel's  God  is  near  at  hand, 

With  all  the  chariots  of  the  skies! 
Proclaiming  thus,  "Thou  worm"  of  flesh, 
By  me, "  the  mountains  thou  shalt  thresh  I" 

3  'Tis  "not  by  might  or  power,"  indeed, 

Of  mortal  tongues  or  mortal  hands, 
That  Zion  is  redeem'd  and  freed 

From  vassalage  in  stranger  lands  ; 
Yet  now,  as  erst,  her  sons  must  go, 
And  still  "by  faith"  their  trumpets  blow! 

283.    Prayer  for  a  Blessing.   8,  7.  4. 

1  Lord  of  glory,  who  didst  honor 

David's  humble  sling  and  stone,     , 
Ancient  Israel  to  deliver, 
Now  as  Aveak  an  effort  own ; 

Bless  the  labor 
Which  our  feeble  hands  have  done. 

2  'Tis  the  Gospel  seed  we're  sowing 

On  the  good  and  fallow  ground; 
Bearing,  Aveeping,  without  knowing 
Which  shall  fail  and  which  abound : 

Holy  Spirit  I 
Let  it  verdant  spring  aroui«l. 


^^)  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  284 

3  And  when  the  great  harvest 's  ended, 
When  the  Master  counts  our  sheaves, 
0 1  let  those  by  us  attended, 
Be  as  numerous  as  the  leaves, 

Which  we  scatter, 
And  a  dying  world  receives. 

Lady  of  Phila. 

284.    The  Trad  Visiter.   8,  6. 

1  Go  forth  on  wings  of  fervent  pray'r; 

Go  with  the  message  from  above; 
Go  in  the  Master's  name  you  love, 
Silent  but  eloquent  to  move — 
Till  e'en  the  deaf  shall  hear. 

2  To  ev'ry  dwelling  speed  your  way, 

Scatter  the  shades  of  error's  night, 
Kindle  the  rays  of  Gospel  light. 
Pour  them  around  in  splendor  bright — 
Till  e'en  the  blind  shall  see. 

3  Bid  ev'ry  slumbering  soul  awake  ; 

Tell  of  the  darkness,  fire  and  chains ; 
Tell  of  the  heav'n  where  Jesus  reigns; 
Tell  of  his  love  in  melting  strains — 
Till  e'en  the  dumb  shall  speak. 

4  0  Jesus,  give  thy  word  success  ; 

Lo  1  at  thy  footstool  now  we  bend ; 
Only  on  thee  our  hopes  depend ; 
Thou  art  alone  the  sinner's  Friend — 
»         Thy  word  is  life  and  peace.  s.  Songs, 


285,  286  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  (254 

285.  The  Tract  Visiter.  C.  M. 

1  Go,  spread  the  page  of  truth  divine 

Before  the  sinner's  eyes  ; 
Go,  tender  him  the  word  of  life, 
Descending  from  the  skies. 

2  Portray  the  joys  that  thrill  through  heav'n 

When  sinners  turn  to  God ; 
When  rebels  seek  eternal  life, 
Through  Christ's  atoning  blood. 

3  To  "seek  and  save  that  which  was  lost," 

Evinc'd  a  Saviour's  love ; 
Go,  share  his  labors  here  below, 

Go,  share  his  bliss  above.  p. 

286.  The  Trad  Visiter,   S.  M. 

1  Go  forth  on  wings  of  pray'r. 

Ye  messengers  of  love ; 
Though  mute,  the  joyful  tidings  bear — 
Salvation  from  above. 

2  Go,  tell  the  careless  soul 

The  warning  God  has  given; 
Go,  make  the  wounded  spirit  whole 
With  healing  balm  from  heaven. 

3  Go  to  the  wretched  poor. 

The  ignorant  and  rude; 
Bid  them  the  pearl  of  price  secure, 
Bousfht  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 


255)  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  287 

4  Saviour  of  dying  men, 

Thy  presence  we  implore; 
Without  thy  blessing  all  is  vain ; 
Be  with  us  evermore. 

287.  The  Faithful  Tract  Visiter.  L.  M. 

1  Inspired  with  charity  divine, 

He  lets  "his  light"  in  labors  shine; 
Goes  forth  to  tell  of  Jesus'  love, 
And  point  to  brighter  worlds  above ! 

2  Sweet  messages  of  grace  he  bears. 
And  waters  with  his  tears  and  prayers ; 
Never  a  Tract  by  him  is  given. 

But  fervent  prayer  ascends  to  heaven. 

3  The  lonely  garret  he  explores, 

And  oft  supplies  the  widow's  stores ; 
Dries  up  the  suff'ring  mourner's  tears, 
And  dissipates  the  orphan's  fears. 

4  Strives  by  each  heavenly  art  to  win 
Immortal  souls  from  death  and  sin ; 
Yet  trusts  in  Sov'reign  grace  alone 
To  move  and  melt  the  heart  of  stone. 

5  Thrice  happy  man,  who  labors  thus 
To  free  the  world  from  every  curse  ; 
"He  treads  the  path  the  Saviour  trod, 

"  The  path  to  glory  and  to  God  !"    j.  b.  H. 


288  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  ('256 

288.  Trad  Visiter'' s  Encouragement. GM.. 

1  All  hail,  ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 

On  Mercy's  mission  bound, 
Who,  like  the  sower  of  the  word. 
Strew  precious  gifts  around. 

2  What  though  the  seed  'mid  thorns  be  sown, 

Where  tares  and  brambles  thrive, 
Still  One  is  able — One  alone, 
To  save  its  germ  alive. 

3  Ye  fear  what  falls  on  stony  earth 

Will  mock  your  prayerful  toil ; 
Eut  sometimes  plants  of  holiest  birth 
Bear  fruit  in  sterile  soil. 

4  The  seed  that  by  the  wayside  fell, 

Perchance  you  counted  dead  ; 
Yet  birds  that  sing  in  heaven  may  tell, 
They  on  its  sweetness  fed. 

5  And  some  an  hundred  fold  shall  bear 

Unto  the  harvest's  Lord ; 
How  blessed,  then,  will  be  your  care  ; 
How  glorious  your  reward  I     Mrs.  Sigoumey. 

289.    Returning  from  Labor.    Ts. 
1  Visit  kindly,  0  our  God ! 
Every  place  our  feet  have  trod, 
Bless  the  truth  our  lips  convey'd, 
Make  thine  enemies  afraid : 


257)  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  290 

2  Wake  their  slumbers,  deep  and  long : 
Break  their  fietters,  old  and  strong : 
Give  the  blind  a  heavenly  light ; 
Guide  the  doubting  soul  aright. 

3  Pardon  those  who  truth  despise ; 
Grant  repentance,  make  them  wise; 
Stubborn  though  their  spirit  be, 
Get  thyself  the  victory  ! 

290.    Sowing  the  Seed.   S.  M. 

1  Sow  in  the  mom  the  seed, 

At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, 
Broad-cast  it  round  the  land. 

2  Beside  all  waters  sow. 

The  highway  furrows  stock, 
Drop  it  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow, 
Scatter  it  on  the  rock. 

3  The  good,  the  fruitful  ground. 

Expect  not  here  nor  there ; 
O'er  hill  and  dale  by  spots  'tis  found  : 
Go  forth  then  everywhere. 

4  Thou  know'st  not  which  may  thrive, 

The  late  or  early  sown  ; 
Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 

When  and  wherever  strown. 

17 


291  CHRISTIAN    EFFOHT.  (258 

5  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  com  at  length. 

6  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain : 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain, 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

7  Then  when  the  glorious  end, 

The  day  of  God  is  come. 
The  angel-reapers  shall  descend, 
And  heaven  sing  "  Harvest  home !" 

291.    Religious  Tracts.    CM. 

1  Go,  messenger  of  love,  and  bear 

Upon  thy  gentle  wing. 
The  songs  that  seraphs  love  to  hear, 
And  angels  joy  to  sing. 

2  Go  to  the  heart  with  sin  oppress'd, 

And  dry  the  sorrowing  tear  ; 
Extract  the  thorn  that  wounds  the  breast, 
The  drooping  spirit  cheer. 

3  Go  say  to  Zion,  "  Jesus  reigns ;" 

By  his  resistless  pow'r 
He  binds  his  enemies  with  chains  ,* 
Thev  fall  to  rise  no  more. 


CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  292,  293 


4  Tell  of  the  Spirit's  energies, 
As  he  from  heaven  descends, 
Arrests  his  proudest  enemies, 
And  changes  them  to  friends.     Brown. 

29!2*   Foreign  Distribution.   S.  M. 

1  Spread,  spread  these  healing  leaves 

To  every  Pagan  land ; 
Till  every  hill  and  vale  receives 
The  blessing  from  our  hand. 

2  Each  billow-heaving  sea, 

Each  passing  breeze  and  gale, 
Shall  bear  them  on  till  all  the  earth 
Their  healing"  influence  feel. 

3  Speed  them  by  fervent  prayer. 

Our  God  will  surely  bless, 
And  give  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
To  Christ,  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

4  Bear,  bear  these  healing  leaves 

To  every  heathen  home ; 
Then  soon  shall  men  and  angels  shout, 
"  Earth's  jubilee  has  come  !"         g.  h. 

293.    Blessedness  of  doing  Good.    7's. 

1  Christians  I  if  you  would  enjoy 

Close  communion  with  your  God. 


294  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  (260 

All  your  powers  for  Him  employ; 

Tread  the  path  your  Saviour  trod : 
While  you  trust  Id  Jesus'  blood, 
Taste  the  sweets  of  doing  good  ! 

2  Christians,  if  you  would  be  free 

From  the  world's  corroding  care, 
In  the  haunts  of  misery. 

Learn  how  great  your  comforts  are ; 
While  you  trust  in  Jesus'  blood. 
Taste  the  sweets  of  doing  good. 

3  Christians  !  would  you  grow  in  grace, 

And  like  Jesus  more  become ; 
Till  in  heaven  you  see  his  face, 

Free  from  sin,  and  safe  at  home : 
While  you  trust  in  Jesus'  blood, 
Taste  the  sweets  of  doing  good  I       o. 

294.    The  Lost  Found.   C.  M. 

1  Oh,  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 

When  but  one  sinner  turns. 
And,  with  a  humble,  broken  heart, 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns ! 

2  Pleas'd  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 

In  songs  their  tongues  employ ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go. 
And  heav'n  is  fdl'd  Avith  joy. 


26l)  CHRISTIAN    EFFOr.T.  295,  296 

3  Well  pleas'd  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner's  moan  ; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contam, 

But  kmdle  with  new  fire  : 
"  The  sinner  lost,  is  found,"  they  sing, 
And  strike  the  sounding  hire.     Needham. 

295.   ''  I  am  with  you:'   C.  M. 

1  The  Lord  on  mortal  worms  looks  down 

From  his  celestial  throne, 
And  when  the  wicked  swarm  around, 
He  well  discerns  his  own. 

2  He  sees  the  tender  hearts,  that  mourn 

The  scandals  of  the  times, 
And  join  their  efforts  to  oppose 
The  wide  prevailing  crimes. 

3  Low  in  the  social  band  he  bows 

His  still  attentive  ear, 
And,  while  his  angels  sing  around. 

Delights  their  voice  to  hear.  Wattg. 

296.  The  active^  watchful  Christian.  S.M. 
1  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Each  in  his  office  wait. 
Observant  of  his  heav'nly  word 
And  watchful  at  his  gate. 


297, 298       CHRISTIAN  effort.  (202 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame : 
Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  "  Watch,"  'tis  your  Lord's  command, 

And  while  we  speak  he's  near ; 
Mark  the  first  signal  from  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  0,  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crown'd. 

Doddridge. 

297.   Self -Consecration.  CM. 

1  Yes,  I  will  be  for  ever  thine. 

Bought  at  the  price  of  blood ; 
My  feeble  pow'rs  shall  all  combine 
To  serve  the  living  God. 

2  I  consecrate  my  all  to  thee. 

Here  at  thy  mercy-seat ; 
Poor  as  the  ofi"ering  may  be, 
I  lay  it  at  thy  feet. 

298.    A  Blessing  Invoked.    L.  M. 
1  Indulgent  God  of  love  and  power, 
Be  with  us  at  this  solemn  hour  ! 
Smile  on  our  souls  ;  our  plans  approve, 
By  which  we  seek  to  spread  thy  love. 


263)  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.         299,  300 

2  Let  each  discordant  thought  be  gone, 
And  love  unite  our  hearts  in  one ; 
Let  all  we  have  and  are  combine 
To  forward  objects  so  divine. 

299.  Daily  Self-examination.  8,  6. 

1  At  evening  to  my  soul  I  say, 
Come  give  account  for  all  the  day, 

Its  moments,  and  its  hours ! 
What  rightly  thought,  or  said,  or  done, 
What  grace  attain 'd,  or  knowledge  won, 

For  whom  employ 'd  thy  powers? 

2  What  dying  sinner  hast  thou  warn'd. 
And  meekly  pray'd,  though  he  hath  scorn 'd, 

That  Christ  would  him  forgive? 
In  all,  hast  thou  with  single  eye 
Sought  Christ  alone  to  glorify. 

For  him  alone  to  live  ?  j.  b.  h. 

300.    The  Christian's  Voyage.   C.  M. 

1  Believers  now  are  toss'd  about 

On  life's  tempestuous  main ; 

But  grace  assures  beyond  a  doubt. 

They  shall  their  port  attain. 

2  They  must,  they  shall  appear  one  day, 

Before  the  Saviour's  throne : 
The  storms  they  meet  with  by  the  way, 
But  make  his  mercy  known. 


301  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  (264 

3  Their  passage  lies  across  the  brink 

Of  many  a  ihreat'ning  wave ; 
The  world  expects  to  see  them  sink, 
But  Jesus  lives  to  save. 

4  Lord!  though  we  are  but  feeble  worms, 

Yet  since  thy  word  is  pass'd, 
We'll  venture  through  a  thousand  storms, 
To  see  thy  face  at  last.  Newton. 

301.  ''Ye  shall  have  Tribulation:'  S.  M. 

1  Through  tribulations  deep 

The  path  to  glory  lies; 
And  saints,  in  faith,  must  pray  and  weep. 
Ere  they  shall  reach  the  skies. 

2  Then  in  temptation's  flood, 

Though  trembling,  we'll  rejoice; 
Still  trusting  in  atoning  blood, 
And  cheer'd  by  Jesus'  voice  ! 

3  The  world's  annoying  cares, 

Her  guileful  pleasures  too, 
And  all  the  tempter's  triple  snares, 
Our  Lord  will  bring  us  through ! 

4  Then  with  "the  footmen"  run, 

Or  "  horsemen"  still  contend  ; 
Nor  think  the  mighty  vict'ry  won, 
Till  life  itself  shall  end! 


265)  CHRISTIAN    EFFORT.  302,  303 

5  For  'tis  through  Jordan's  swell 
Our  battle  must  be  driv'n, 
Before  we  conquer  earth  and  hell, 
And  vict'ry  shout  in  heav'n  !         j.  b.  h. 

30!S.  Religion  vain  without  Love.  L.  M. 

1  Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found, , 
Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell, 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame. 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  : 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men, 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil.       Watis. 

303*  Christ  all  our  Hope.  7's. 

1  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee; 


304  '  PRAYER.  (266 

Let  the  water  and  ihe  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  that  flow'd, 
Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure, 
Save  me,  Lord,  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  I 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring ; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee.        Toplady. 


PRAYER. 


304*    Preparation  of  the  Heart.    7's. 

1  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer; 
He  himself  has  bid  lliee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee,  Nay. 


26?)  PRAYER.  305 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring ; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin — 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ! 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 

Set  my  conscience  free  from  giiilt ! 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest ; 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival,  reign. 

5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

6  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do  ; 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith. 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  death.     Newion. 

305.  Pray  without  Ceasing.  L.  M. 

1  Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey 

The  blessings  God  designs  to  give  ; 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray. 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 


306  PRAYER.  (268 

2  If  pain  afflict  or  wrongs  oppress  ; 

If  cares  distract  or  fears  dismay; 
If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress, 
The  remedy  's  before  thee — pray. 

3  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak; 

Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame ; 
Pray,  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not  speak, 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name.     Hart. 

30G.    JVhai  is  Prayer  ?    C.  M. 

1  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Unutter'd  or  express'd  ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear  ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air ; 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death — 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 


?)  PSAYER.  307 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Reniming  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "Behold,  he  prays  !" 

6  The  saints  in  prayer  appear  as  one 

In  word,  and  deed,  and  mind  ; 
While  with  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 

7  Nor  prayer  is  made  on  earth  alone  : 

The  Holy  Spirit  pleads; 
And  Jesus,  on  the  eternal  throne, 
For  mourners  intercedes. 

8  0  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way ; 
The  path  of  prayer,  thyself  hast  trod : 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  ! 

Montgomery. 

307.    Power  of  Prayer.    7's. 

1  In  themselves  as  weak  as  worms, 

How  can  poor  believers  stand, 
"When  temptations,  foes,  and  storms 
Press  them  close  on  every  hand? 

2  "Weak  indeed  they  feel  they  are. 

But  they  know  the  throne  of  grace*, 
And  the  God  who  answers  prayer 
Helps  them  when  they  seek  his  face. 


308  PRAYER.  (870 

3  Though  the  Lord  awhile  delay, 

Succor  they  at  length  obtain: 

He  who  taught  their  hearts  to  pray 

Will  not  let  them  cry  in  vain. 

4  Wrestling  prayer  can  wonders  do ; 

Bring  relief  in  deepest  straits: 
Prayer  can  force  a  passage  through 
Iron  bars  and  brazen  gates.         Newton. 

308,   Exhortation  to  Prayer.   L.  M. 

1  What  various  hmdrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there. 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love ; 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  Moses  stood  with  arras  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side; 

But  when,  through  weariness,  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 


27l)  PRAYER.  309 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?  Ah,  think  agam, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  a  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
"Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me." 

Cowper. 

309*  Prayer  answered  by  Crosses.  L.  M. 

1  I  ask'd  the  Lord,  that  I  might  grow 

In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

2  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 

And  he,  I  trust,  has  answer'd  prayer; 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

3  I  hop'd  that  in  some  favor'd  hour 

At  once  he'd  answer  my  request; 

And  by  his  love's  constraining  power, 

Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest. 

4  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 

And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 

Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 


310  PRAYER.  (272 

5  Yea,  more ;  with  his  own  hand  he  seem'd 

Intent  to  aggravate  my  wo; 
Cross'd  all  the  fair  designs  I  schem'd, 
Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 

6  "  Lord,  why  is  this  ?"  I  trembling  cried, 

"Wilt  thou  pjirsue  thy  worm  to  death?" 
"'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  replied, 
"I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith  : 

7  "  These  inward  trials  I  employ 

"  From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free, 
"And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
"  That  thou  mayest  seek  thy  all  in  me." 

Newton. 

310.   Prayer  of  the  Penitent.  L.  M. 

1  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint ! 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint? 
Where,  but  with  thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor ! 

2  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee, 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea  ? 
Does  not  the  word  still  fix'd  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain? 

3  That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  bear. 
Didst  thou  not  hear  and  answer  prayer: 
0  thou,  prayer-hearing,  answering  God, 
Take  from  my  heart  this  painful  load. 

Newton. 


*^3)  PRAYER.  311,  312 

311,  The  Jf arrow  Gate.    7's. 

1  Seek,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate ; 
Enter,  ere  it  be  too  late  ; 

•     Many  ask  to  enter  there, 
When  too  late  to  offer  prayer. 

2  God  from  mercy's  seat  shall  rise 
And  for  ever  bar  the  skies  : 
Then,  though  sinners  cry  without, 
He  will  say,  "I  know  you  not." 

3  Mournfully  will  they  exclaim, 
"Lord  !  we  have  profess'd  thy  name; 
"  We  have  ate  with  thee,  and  heard 
"  Heavenly  teaching  in  thy  word." 

4  Vain,  alas !  will  be  their  plea, 
Workers  of  iniquity  ; 

Sad  their  everlasting  lot — 

Christ  will  say,  "I  know  you  not." 

Epia.  Col. 

312.  The  Request.    C.  M. 

1  Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies. 
Accepted  at.  thy  throne  of  grace 
Let  this  petition  rise: 

2  "Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

"  From  every  murmur  free  ; 
"  The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
"  And  let  me  live  tcr  thee. 
18 


313,  314.  PRAYER.  (274 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  I  am  thine, 
"  My  life  and  death  attend ; 
"  Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
"And  crown  my  journey's  end."    Steele. 

313.   Prayer  for  Mercy.    CM. 

1  Lord,  I  approach  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Where  mercy  doth  abound, 
Desiring  mercy  for  my  sin, 

To  heal  my  soul's  deep  wound. 

2  0  Lord,  I  need  not  to  repeat 

What  I  would  humbly  crave, 

For  thou  dost  know  before  I  ask, 

The  thing  that  I  would  have. 

3  Mercy,  good  Lord,  mercy  I  ask, 

This  is  the  total  sum : 
Mercy,  through  Christ,  is  all  my  suit ; 
Lord,  let  thy  mercy  come. 

314.   Importunate  Prayer.    S.  M. 

1  Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 

The  heart  of  every  saint. 

Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 

To  pray,  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear — 

We  never  plead  in  vain ; 
Then  let  us  wait  till  he  appear. 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 


275)  PRAYER.  315 

3  Though  unbelief  suggest, 

"Why  should  we  longer  wait  ?" 
He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest, 
But  knock  at  mercy's  gate. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry ; 
Yes,  though  he  may  a  v/hile  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

5  Then  let  us  earnest  cry, 

And  never  faint  m  pray'r  : 
He  sees,  he  hears,  and  from  on  high 
Will  make  our  cause  his  care.    Newtou. 

315.    The  Lord's  Prayer.    CM. 

1  Father  of  all,  we  bow  to  thee, 

Who  dwell'st  in  heav'n,  ador'd, 
But  present  still  through  all  thy  works, 
The  universal  Lord. 

2  For  ever  hallowed  be  thy  name 

Ey  all  below  the  skies ; 
And  may  thy  kingdom  still  advance, 
Till  grace  to  glory  rise. 

3  Thy  glorious  purpose,  Lord,  fulfil ; 

Let  all  thy  glory  see ; 
And,  as  in  heaven  thy  will  is  done, 
On  earth  so  let  it  be. 


316  PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  ('-"6 

4  Our  wants  with  every  morning  grow, 

With  food  these  wants  supply ; 
And  on  our  souls  the  bread  bestow 
To  eat— and  never  die  ! 

5  Our  sins  before  thee  we  confess; 

0  may  they  be  forgiv'n  ! 
As  we  to  others  mercy  show, 
We  mercy  beg  of  heaven. 

6  Still  let  thy  grace  our  life  direct; 

From  evil  guard  our  way  ; 
And  in  temptation's  fatal  path 
Permit  us  not  to  stray. 


PRIVATE    DEVOTION. 


316.    Private  Devotion.    L.  M. 

1  Return,  mv  roving  heart,  return, 

And  chase  these  shadow)^  forms  no  more, 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  0  thou  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess. 
In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 


Srv)  PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  317 

3  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  search'd  and  purified. 

4  Then,  with  the  visits  of  thy  love. 

Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer ; 
.    Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove 

That  God  has  fix'd  his  dAvelling  there. 

Doddridge. 

317.    Communion  with  God.   CM. 

1  Oh  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 

Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 
I'd  spread  my  Avants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 

AVhat  sorrows  I  sustain ; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 

To  wrestle  with  my  God  ; 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 

4  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear  ; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  thv  sorrows  there. 

Watts'  Ser. 


318,  319  PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  (278 

318.    Retirement  and  Meditation.  L.  M. 

1  My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heav'uly  birth ; 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense. 

One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence: 
I  Avould  obey  the  voice  divine. 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth  with  all  her  scenes  withdrawn; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  begone : 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heav'n — and  there  my  God  I  find. 

Watts. 

319.    Early  Prayer.    CM. 

1  My  dear  Redeemer,  while  on  earth, 

Arose  before  'twas  day, 
And  to  a  solitary  place 
Departed,  there  to  pray. 

2  I'll  do  as  did  my  blessed  Lord — 

His  footsteps  I  will  trace  ; 

I  love  to  meet  him  in  the  grove, 

And  view  his  smiling  face. 


9)  PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  320 

3  Early  I'll  rise  and  sing  and  pray, 
While  I  the  light  enjoy : 
May  this  bless'd  work,  from  day  to  day, 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

320.    Evening  Twilight.    C.  M. 

1  I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering  care. 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear; 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  tliink  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love,  by  faith,  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day.  b — . 


321  PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  (280 

321*    Watchfulness  and  Prayer,    C.  M. 

1  Alas  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ! 

What  snares  beset  my  way ! 

To  heaven  0  let  me  lift  my  eyes, 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  motirnful  thoughts  complain, 

And  melt  in  flowing  tears  I 
My  weak  resistance,  ah  I  how  vain ! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears  ! 

3  0  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive. 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up. 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  0  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way. 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee: 
And  let  me  never,  never  stray. 

From  happiness  and  thee.  Steele. 


l)  PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  322 

322.    Walking  with  God.  C.  iVI. 

1  Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  God ; 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  0  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb.        Cowper. 


323  PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  (282 

323.   Devotion.    C.  M. 

1  While  ihee  I  seek,  Protecting  Power ! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilPd  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fill'd.   i 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestow'd, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd, 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing,  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favor'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resign 'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear. 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee.      Williams. 


283)  PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  324 

324.    0  that  I  were  as  in  months  past. 
C.  M. 

1  Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 

The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 

His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue  ; 
And  when  the  evening  shades  prevail'd, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails. 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  My  prayers  are  now  an  empty  noise ; 

For  Jesus  hides  his  face  : 
I  read — the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 
But  will  not  reach  my  case. 

6  Rise,  Lord,  now  help  me  to  prevail, 

And  make  my  soul  thy  care; 
I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail — 

Let  me  that  mercv  share.  Newton. 


325,  326  PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  (284 

325.  Self-Dedicaiio?i  to  God  ;    or  first 
^^pproach  io  his  Table.    L.  M. 

1  Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchased  and  sav'd  by  blood  divine; 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 

But  ransom'd  by  Emmanuel's  blood. 

3  Thee,  my  new  Master  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all ; 
Lord,  let  me  live  and  die  to  thee — 

Be  thine  through  all  eternity.  Davios. 

326.  Lying  at  the  Mercy-Seat.   L.M. 

i   Oh,  mighty  God  I  breathe  in  my  soul, 
And  life,  and  peace,  and  joy  impart ; 
The  rising  floods  of  grief  control, 
And  cheer  my  Aveak  desponding  heart. 

2  My  fainting  spirit  seeks  relief 

Before  thy  mercy-seat,  my  God  I 
Oh,  Saviour,  listen  to  my  grief, 

For  thou  hast  bought  me  v/ith  thv  blood. 


j)  PRIVATE    DEVOTION.  327 

327.    Ml  Goodin  Christ.    L.  M. 

1  Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

My  Refuge,  my  Almighty  Friend  ! 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ? 

2  Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  wo 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart. 

On  these  my  faintmg  spirit  lives : 
Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine  ; 

While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call : 
One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine, 
My  dearest  Lord,  outweighs  them  all. 

5  Thy  name,  my  inmost  powers  adore ; 

Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care ; 
Depart  from  thee — 'tis  death — 'tis  more ! 
'Tis  endless  ruin — deep  despair  ! 

6  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie ; 

Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine; 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 

For  life,  eternal  life  is  thine,  Steele, 


328,  329  FAMILY    WORSHIP.  (286 


FAMII.Y    \rOKSIIIP 


328*    Presence  of  Christ  sought.    L.  M. 

1  Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell. 

By  faiili  and  love,  in  every  breast; 

Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 

The  joys  that  cannot  be  express'd. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength. 

Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length 
Of  thine  unmeasurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God,  whose  power  can  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honors  done 

By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  the  Son. 

Watts. 

329*    Blessing  humbly  requested.    7's. 

1  Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 

0  do  not  our  suit  disdain ! 

Shall  we  seek  thee.  Lord,  in  vain? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend ; 
In  compassion,  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 


287)  FAMILY    WORSHIP.  330 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay; 
Lord,  we  know  .not  how  to  go 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart.      Hammond. 

330.    A  Morning  Hymn.   L.  M. 

1  God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 

The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies; 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east 

The  circuit  of  his  race  begins ; 
And  without  weariness  or  rest. 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  shines. 

3  Oh,  like  the  sun,  may  I  fulfil 

The  appointed  duties  of  the  day ; 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will 

March  on  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 

4  But  I  shall  rove  and  lose  the  race, 

If  God,  my  sun,  should  disappear, 
And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wild  maze 
To  follow  every  wandering  star. 


331  FAJIILY    WORSHIP.  (288 

5  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  g^ide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss; 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 

Are  faint  and  cold,  compar'd  with  this. 

Watts. 

331.    Jl  Morning  Song.   CM. 

1  Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  Him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound. 
Wide  as  the  heaven,  on  which  he  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame  ; 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun ; 
And  yet  thou  lengthenest  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

5  Great  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

While  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night  Watts. 


289)  FAMILY    WORSHIP.  332,  333 

332.   A  Morning  Hymn.   L.  M. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  course  of  duty  ruii ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept. 
And  hast  refresh'd  me  while  I  slept; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

3  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew. 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

4  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
Whate'er  I  do,  whatever  I  say; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite.  Keba. 

333.   A  Morning  Hymn.   Ts, 

1  Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone; 
Now  the  morning  light  is  come; 
Lord,  may  I  be  thine  to-day — 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Fill  my  soul  with  heav'nly  light, 

Banish  doubt  and  cleanse  my  sight ; 

In  thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 

Help  me  labor,  help  me  pray. 
19 


334  FAMILY    WORSHIP.  (290 

3  Keep  my  haughty  passions  bound- 
Save  me  from  my  foes  around ; 
Going  out  and  coming  in, 

Keep  me  safe  from  ev'ry  sin. 

4  When  my  work  of  life  is  past, 
Oh  !  receive  me  then  at  last ! 
Night  of  sin  will  be  no  more, 
When  I  reach  the  heav'nly  shore. 

Hart.  Co!. 

334.   An  Evening  Hymn.   L.  M.v 

1  Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night. 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  0  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  Almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me.  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise,  glorious,  at  the  awful  day. 

4  0  l6t  my  soul  on  thee  repose. 

And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eyelids  close  : 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vig'rous  make 
To  serve  my  God,  when  T  awake. 


291)  FAMILY    WORSHIP.  335 

5  If  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply  ; 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  0  when  shall  I,  in  endless  day, 
For  ever  chase  dark  sleep  away; 
And  hymns  divine  with  angels  sing, 
Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King  !  Kenn. 

335.    An  Evening  Hymn.   L.  M. 

1  Great  God,  to  thee  my  evening  song, 

With  humble  gratitude  I  raise  ; 

0  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue. 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  every  gently  rolling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wond'rous  grace. 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched  heart, 

Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love, 
Ungrateful,  can  from  thee  depart, 
And  ibnd  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Jesus ;  his  dear  name  alone 

1  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 

And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 


56  TAMILY    WORSHIP.  (392 

5  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close, 
With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 

Steele. 

336.    An  Evening  Song.    C.  M. 

1  Dread  Sov'rei^n,  let  my  evening  song 

Like  holy  incense  rise ; 
Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard; 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepar'd. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around, 
But  0  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  Him  who  died 

To  save  my  wretched  soul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiplied 
Fast  as  my  minutes  roll  I 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee. 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renew'd  bv  thee. 


3)  FAMILY    WORSHIP.  337 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pardoning  blood, 
I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  the  embraces  of  my  God, 

Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast.  Wattd. 

33T.   Jin  Evening  Song.   L.  M. 

1  Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on. 

Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days , 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorials  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past. 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 

While  well  appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  mv  bed, 
« 

4  In  vain  the  sons  of  earth  or  hell 

Tell  me  a  thousand  frightful  things  ; 
My  God  in  safety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  his  wings. 

5  Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear  ; 

0  may  thy  presence  ne'er  depart. 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  thy  heart. 


338,  339  FAMILY    WORSHIP.  (294 

6  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

Watts. 

338.    An  Evening  So7ig.    CM. 

1  Lord,  thou  wilt. hear  me  when  I  pray ; 

I  am  for  ever  thine  ; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 

'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 

With  my  own  heari  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God  I  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace, 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep: 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days. 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep.  Watts. 

339.  On  Going  to  Rest.  S.  M. 
1  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear; 
Oh,  may  we  all  remember  well 

The  night  of  death  draws  near. 


295)  FAMILY    WORSHIP.  340 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by. 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  is  here  possess'd. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  we  early  rise, 

And  view  the  unwearied  sun. 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  Ave  from  time  remove, 
O,  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

340.    Song  for  Morning  or  Evening, 
L.  M. 

1  My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread 'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 


341  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  (S9ti 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command ; 
To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

Wtttts. 


SOCIAL.    TVORSHIP, 


341.    For  the  SpirH's  Influence.    C.  M. 

1  In  thy  great  name,  0  Lord,  we  come 

To  worship  at  thy  feet ; 
0  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 

2  We  come  to  liear  Jehovah  speak, 

To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice : 
Thy  face  and  favor,  Lord,  we  seek  ; 
Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear. 

And  understand  thy  word; 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

4  Here  let  thy  power  and  grace  be  felt, 

Thy  love  and  mercy  kno"vvn  ; 

The  icy  heart,  blest  Saviour,  melt. 

And  break  the  heart  of  stone» 


897)  SOCIAL   WORSHIP.  342,  34S 

5  Let  sinners,  Lord,  thy  goodness  prove, 
And  saints  rejoice  in  thee  ; 
Let  rebels  be  subdued  by  love, 

And  to  the  Saviour  flee.  Hoskins. 

342.  Social  Worship.   L.  M. 

1  "Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord, 
"Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 
"Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
"And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise; 

2  "  There,"  says  the  Saviour,  "will  I  be, 
"Amid  this  little  company; 

"  To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face, 
"And  shed  my  glories  round  the  place." 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word  : 

Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  above. 
Now  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 

Stennett. 

343.  Social  Worship.    C.  M. 

1  0  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 

For  he  we  trust  thou  art  I 
Send  down  a  coal  of  heavenly  fire 
To  warm  each  waiting  heart. 

2  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 


344  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  (298 

3  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind  bestow; 

And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 

To  make  our  graces  grow. 

4  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers ; 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

5  And  may  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforced  by  mighty  grace, 
Awaken  many  sinners  round. 

To  come  and  fill  the  place.        Newton. 

3 4: 4c •  Pleasures  of  Social  Worship.  L.M. 

1  How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile. 

And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord  I 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  smile. 
According  to  thy  faithful  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat. 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee : 
0,  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ; 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

3  "  Chief  of  ten  thousands,"  now  appear, 

That  we,  by  faith,  may  view  thy  face : 
Oh,  speak,  that  Ave  thy  voice  may  hear. 
And  let  thy  presence  fill  the  place  I     Keiiy. 


£99)  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  345,  346 

345.  Pleasures  of  Social  Worship.  S.  M. 

1  How  charming  is  the  place 

Where  my  Redeemer,  God, 

Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 

And  sheds  his  love  abroad ! 

2  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 

AVith  radiant  glory  cro^vn'd, 
Om-  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

3  To  him  their  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents: 
He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 

4  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 

Within  thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God.         stenneit. 

346*    Christian  Fellowship.    8,  7,  4. 

1  Sweet  and  solemn  be  the  season 
When  the  friends  of  Jesus  meet; 
Let  the  worldling  boast  his  reason, 
While  he  fills  the  scorner's  seat : 

Heav'nly  wisdom 
Leads  us  to  the  Saviour's  feet. 


347  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  (300 

2  Far  be  idle  jesting  from  us ; 

Sacred  themes  to  us  belong; 
Ours  the  cross,  and  ours  the  promise: 
Subjects  these  for  endless  song — 

Subjects  worthy 
To  employ  the  christian's  tongue. 

3  Time  is  precious — we'll  improve  it ; 

Worldlings  talk  of  worldly  things; 
Leave  the  world  to  those  who  love  it, 
'Tis  not  thence  our  comfort  springs. 

Jesus  owns  us — 
Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings.  Keiiy. 

347.    ^  Blessing  Implored.    L.  M. 

1  Now  may  the  Gospel's  conqu'ring  pow'r 

Be  felt  by  all  assembled  here  I 
So  shall  this  prove  a  joyful  hour, 

And  God's  own  arm  of  strength  appear. 

2  Lord,  let  thy  mighty  voice  be  heard ; 

Speak  in  the  word,  and  speak  with  pow'r, 
So  shall  thy  glorious  name  be  fear'd 
By  those  who  never  fear'd  before. 

3  0  pity  those  who  lie  in  sin — 

Preserve  them  from  the  sinner's  doom  : 
Open  the  ark  and  take  them  in, 
And  save  them  from  the  vrrath  to  come. 


30l)  SOCIAL   WORSHIP.  348, 349 

4  So  shall  thy  people  joyful  be, 

The  angels  too  will  louder  sing  ; 
And  both  ascribe  the  praise  to  thee — 
To  thee,  the  everlasting  King.      Kelly. 

348.   Ji  Blessing  Implored.   L.  M. 

1  Thy  presence,  gracious  God,  afford  ; 
Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word : 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mix'd  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above; 
With  food  divine  may  we  be  fed, 
And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  thy  sacred  word  apply. 
With  sovereign  power  and  energy ; 
And  may  we,  in  true  faith  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear.   Fawcett. 

349.    Worship.   CM. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord,  Jehovah's  name, 

And  in  his  strength  rejoice ; 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honor  sing ; 
The  Lord 's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 


350  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  (302 

3  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  spacious  hand: 
He  fix'd  the  seas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  must  stand. 

4  Come  and  with  humble  souls  adore, 

Come  kneel  before  his  face ; 
O,  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

5  Now  is  the  time:  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  request: 
Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath  and  swear, 
"Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest !"  Watta. 

350.  Worship.   S.  M. 

1  Come  sound  his  praise  abroad, 

And  hynms  of  glory  sing ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  imiversal  King. 

2  Come  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  work  and  not  our  own, 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

3  To-day  attend  his  voice. 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 


303)  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  351 

4  But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  stubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race : 

5  The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drest, 

Will  lift  his  hand  and  swear, 
''You  that  despise  my  promis'd  rest 
"Shall  have  no  portion  there."       Watts. 

351.    Delight  171  Worship.   L.  M. 

1  Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 

Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  thee  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 
And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties, 

Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look ; 
As  travellers  in  thirsty  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 

Among  thy  saints,  and  seek  thy  face ; 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there. 
And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace. 


352  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  (304 

5  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  spend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

^  Watt». 

352.    God  our  Preserver.    H.  M. 

1  Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes  ; 

From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies. 

And  earth  and  nature  made : 
God  is  the  tower  To  which  I  fly ; 
His  grace  is  nigh  In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide. 

And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 

Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Those  wakeful  eyes.  That  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep  When  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day. 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 

If  God  be  with  me  there : 
Thou  art  my  sun.  And  thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head  By  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 

To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 


305)  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  353,  354 

And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 
I'll  go  and  come,  Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high  Thou  call  me  home. 

Watte. 

353.  God  our  Portion.    CM. 

1  God,  ray  Supporter  and  my  Hope, 

My  Help  for  ever  near ; 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet, 

Through  this  dark  wilderness ; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me; 
And  whilst  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint  ? 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  Rock, 

The  strength  of  ev'ry  saint.  Watta. 

354.  Reliance  on  God.   C.  M. 

1  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  lite, 
In  trouble  and  in  joy. 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

20 


355  SOCIAL     WORSHIP.  (306 

2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  that  are  distress'd  ^ 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  Oh !  magnify  the  Lord  with  me. 

With  me  exalt  his  name  : 
When  in  distress  on  him  I  calFd, 
He  to  my  succor  came. 

4  Oh  I  make  but  trial  of  his  love, 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they. 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

5  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear  ; 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight. 
He'll  make  your  wants  his  care.  Tates. 

355.   Safety  in  God.   L.  M. 

1  God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurl'd 

Down  to  the  deep  and  buried  there ; 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world ; 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 


307)  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  3p6 

3  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God ; 
Life,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through, 
And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 

4  That  sacred  stream,  thy  holy  word, 

Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls  : 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford. 
And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

5  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love. 

Secure  against  a  threat'ning  hour ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  pow'r. 

Watts. 

356.   God^s  Blessing  in  Zion.   L.  M. 

1  God,  in  his  earthly  temple,  lays 
Foundations  for  his  heav'nly  praise  : 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well ; 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  visits  ev'ry  house 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay. 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  described  of  old ! 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  I 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below. 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 


357  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  (308 

4  When  God  makes  up  his  last  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'T  will  be  an  honor  to  appear 
As  one  new-born  and  nourish'd  there ! 

WatU. 

357.    Zion. Restored.    C.  M. 

1  Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice , 

Behold  the  promised  hour  : 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes ; 
Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  sits  a  Sovereign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes; 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners'  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

5  He  frees  the  souls  condemn'd  to  death, 

And  when  his  saints  complain, 
It  sha'nt  be  said  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 


9)  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  358 

6  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record : 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord.        Watta. 

358,   Rejoicing  in  God.   C.  M. 

1  0  Lord  I  I  would  delight  in  thee, 
n  And  on  thy  care  depend ; 

To  thee  in  ev'ry  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  Friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dried, 

Thy  fulness  is  the  same ; 

May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 

And  glory  in  thy  name  ! 

3  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  may  be  found  in  thee  : 
I  must  have  all  things,  and  abound, 
While  God  is  God  to  me. 

4  He  that  has  made  my  heav'n  secure, 

Will  here  all  good  provide  : 
While  Christ  is  rich,  can  I  be  poor? 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

5  0  Lord  !  I  cast  my  care  on  thee, 

I  triumph  and  adore ; 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 

Dr.  Ryland. 


359, 360  SOCIAL  worship.  (310 

359.    Waiting  on  the  Lord.    C.  M. 

1  Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise  ? 

And  where  's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Has  restless  sin  and  raging  hell 
Struck  all  our  comibrts  dead  ? 

2  Have  we  forgot  th'  Almighty  name 

That  form'd  the  earth  and  sea  : 
And  can  an  all-creating  Arm  ^ 

Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treasures  of  everlastmg  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell ; 
He  gif  es  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  powers  shall  fade  and  die. 

And  youthful  vigor  cease  ; 
But  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord 
Shall  feel  our  strength  increase. 

5  The  saints  shall  mount  on  eagles'  wings, 

And  taste  the  promised  bliss, 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 

Where  perfect  pleasure  is.  Watts. 

360.    Grace  and  Glory  in  Christ.    L.  M. 
1  Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  ! 
Awake,  my  soul,  awake,  my  tongue ; 
Hosanna  to  the  eternal  name. 
And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 


)  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  361 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace ; 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood 
Proclaim  the  wise  and  powerful  God; 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star. 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  stands, 
The  noblest  labor  of  thiae  hands  : 
The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

5  Grace  !  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name  ! 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound ! 

Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground  ! 

6  O  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  ! 

Watts. 

361.  Praise  to  ike  Redeemer.  C.  M. 

1  Oh,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 


362  SOCIAL  WORSHIP.  (312 

2  JESUS,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

3  He  breaks  the  pow'r  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris'ner  free; 
His  blood  can  niake  the  foulest  clean — 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me.  Weaiey. 

362.    Praise  to  the  Saviour.   H.  M. 

1  Come,  every  pious  heart 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Your  noblest  power  exert 

To  celebrate  his  fame: 
Tell  all  above.  And  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  To  him  you  owe. 

2  He  left  his  starry  crown, 

3  And  laid  his  robes  aside; 

On  wings  of  love  came  down, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died: 
•  What  he  endur'd,  Oh,  who  can  tell  ? 
To  save  our  souls  From  death  and  helL 

3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 

The  mansion  of  the  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes 

In  glorious  triumph  led : 
Up  through  the  sky  The  conqueror  rode. 
And  reigns  on  high,  The  Saviour  Gcd. 


313)  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  363 

4  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owe  thy  love  ; 
Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 
Our  gratitude  approve ; 
Our  hearts — our  all  To  thee  we  give : 
The  gift,  though  small,  Do  thou  receive. 

Stennett. 

363.    Praise  for  the  Incarnation.    7's, 

1  Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows 

Charm  me  in  Immanuel's  name  ; 
All  her  hopes  my  spirit  owes 

To  his  birth,  and  cross,  and  shame. 

2  When  he  came,  the  angels  sung, 

"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high ;" 
Lord,  unloose  my  stamm'ring  tongue, 
Who  should  louder  sing  than  I  ? 

3  Did  the  Lord  a  man  become. 

That  he  might  the  law  fulfil ; 
Bleed  and  suffer  in  my  room, 

And  canst  thou,  my  tongue,  be  still  ? 

4  No,  I  must  my  praises  bring. 

Though  they  worthless  are,  and  weak ; 
For  should  I  refuse  to  sing. 

Sure  the  very  stones  would  speak. 

5  0  my  Saviour,  Shield,  and  Sun, 

Shepherd,  Brother,  Husband,  Friend, 
Ev'ry  precious  name  in  one, 

I  will  love  thee  without  end.      Newtoa. 


364,  365  SOCIAL  worship.  (314 

364.  Sitting  at  ihc  Cross.  8,7. 

1  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 

Which  before  the  cross  1  spend  ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  FU  bathe ; 
Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding. 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

3  Truly  blessed  is  the  station. 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie ; 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 
'  Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye. 

4  Here  FU  sit,  for  ever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood , 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing. 
Plead,  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

Robinson. 

365.  Glorying  i?i  the  Cross.  C.  M. 

1  Christ  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme ; 

The  myst'ries  that  we  speak 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jews'  esteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek. 

2  But  souls,  enlighten'd  from  above, 

With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 
They  see  what  wisdom,  pow'r,  and  love, 
Shine  in  their  dvinjr  Lord. 


315)  SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 


366 


3  The  vital  savor  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath  ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 
To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 

4  Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 

Like  show'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 
In  vain  ApoUos  sows  the  ground, 

And  Paul  may  plant  iu  vain.       Watts. 

366.    Christ  at  his  Supper.    C.  M. 

1  How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place. 

With  Christ  withm  the  doors- 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores  1 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast ; 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
"Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest?" 

3  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

"  And  enter  while  there  's  room — 
"When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
"  And  rather  starve  than  come  ?" 

4  Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast 

That  sweetly  forc'd  us  in  ; 
Else  ive  had  still  refus'd  to  taste. 
And  perish'd  in  our  sin. 


367  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  (31C 

5.  Pity  ihe  nations,  0  our  God, 
Constrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 
6  We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 
That  all  th€  chosen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.  Waits. 

367  •  Christ  and  his  Righteousness.  L.  M. 

1  No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 

Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss , 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame. 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake: 
0  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him. 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne ; 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 


317)  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  368,  369 

368 .  Christ  the  Redeemer  and  Judge.  L.  M. 

1  Now  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 

The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 
Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 

And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  'Twas  he  that  cleans'd  our  foulest  sins, 

And  Avash'd  us  in  his  richest  blood ;    . 
'Tis  he  that  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 
And  bring  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jesus  our  atoning  Priest, 

To  Jesus  our  eternal  King, 
Be  everlasting  power  confess'd. 
And  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

4  Behold,  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 

And  every  eye  shall  see  him  move : 
Though  with  our  sins  we  pierc'd  him  once, 
Now  he  displays  his  pard'ning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail, 

While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day : 
Come,  Lord,  nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay.        Watta. 

369.   The  Promised  Spirit.   H.  M. 
1  0  Thou  that  hear  est  prayer, 
Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
And  let  thy  servants  share 
Thy  blessing  from  on  high : 


370  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  (318 

We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word ; 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord. 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry ; 
If  they  with  love  sincere, 

Their  varied  wants  supply  : 
Much  more  Avilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  heav'nly  Father,  thou ; 

We,  children  of  thy  grace : 
0  let  thy  Spirit  now 

Descend  and  fill  the  place  : 
So  shall  we  feel  the  heav'nly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

4  0,  may  that  sacred  fire. 

Descending  from  above. 
Our  languid  hearts  inspire 

With  fervent  zeal  and  love ; 
Enlighten  our  beclouded  eyes, 
And  teach  our  grov'ling  souls  to  rise. 

Pratt's  Col. 

370.    Prayer  for  the  Spirit    C.  M. 

1  Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 
And  make  thy  glory  kno^vn; 
Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone  I 


319)  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  371 

2  Help  us  to  venture  near  thy  throne, 

And  plead  a  Saviour's  name  ; 
For  all  that  we  can  call  our  own 
Is  vanity  and  shame. 

3  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more ; 
That  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  loved  before. 

4  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
And  praisg;  thee  in  our  room.     Newton. 

371*   Prayer  for  a  Revival.   8,  7,  4. 

1  Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation  : 

Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

Lord,  revive  us ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance ; 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  pray'rs , 
Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 


372  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  (320 

4  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power ; 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour 

To  revive  thy  work  afresh.        Newton. 

372.    Prayer  for  Opposers.    L.  M. 

1  Blest  Lord,  behold  the  guilty  scorn 

Of  those  who  hate  and  mock  our  praise ; 
Pity  their  state,  and  make  them  turn, 
No  more  to  walk  in  sinful  ways. 

2  Lead  them  to  view  a  sinful  heart, 

A  soul  all  enmity  to  thee. 
Destroy 'd,  defil'd  in  every  part, 

Too  proud  to  bow,  too  blind  to  see. 

3  Lead  them  to  view  a  holy  law, 

Which  justly  dooms  to  endless  death, 
To  feel  that  guilt  which  Jesus  saw. 

And  pray'd  "Forgive,"  with  dying  breath. 

4  Open  their  eyes,  unstop  their  ears, 

To  hear  condemning  justice  sound; 
Lord,  change  their  hearts,  and  then  their  tears 
Will  witness  grief  to  all  around. 

5  Once  we  were  blind,  like  them  we  strove, 

Till  sov'reign  mercy  chang'd  our  ways ; 

Lord,  bow  their  wills,  and  make  them  love. 

Then  they  will  join  our  songs  of  praise. 

Stron'T. 


321 )  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  373,  374 

37  3.    The  Soul.   CM. 

1  What  is  the  thing  of  greatest  price, 

The  whole  creation  roiind  ? 
That  which  was  lost  in  Paradise, 
That  which  in  Christ  is  found : 

2  The  soul  of  man — Jehovah's  breath — 

That  keeps  two  worlds  in  strife  ; 
Hell  moves  beneath  to  work  its  death, 
Heaven  stoops  to  give  it  life. 

3  God,  to  redeem  it,  did  not  spare 

His  well-beloved  Son ; 
Jesus,  to  save  it,  deign 'd  to  bear 
The  sins  of  all — in  one. 

4  And  is  this  treasure  borne  below, 

In  earthen  vessels  frail  ? 
Can  none  its  utmost  value  know, 
Till  flesh  and  spirit  fail  ? 

5  Then  let  us  gather  round  the  cross, 

That  knowledge  to  obtain ; 
Not  by  the  soul's  eternal  loss. 

But  everlasting  gain.  Montgomery. 

37  4.   Joy  over  the  Convert.   L.  M. 

1  Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 

Through  all  the  courts  of  Paradise, 

To  see  a  prodigal  return. 

To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 
21 


375  SOCIAL    WOliSlllT.  (^^ 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  : 

The  SoQ  with  joy  looks  down  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  .he  form'd  anew; 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 

The  growing  empire  of  their  King,   v^atts. 

375*  Chrisfs  Coming  and  Kingdom.  CM. 

1  Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  ! 

Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  I 

Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow. 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  : 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 

And  wonders  of  his  love.  Watte. 


23)  SOCIAL   WORSHIP.  376, 377 

376.    Salvation.    C.  M. 

1  Salvation  !  0  the  joyful  sound .' 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; — 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  Divine, 
To  see  a  heav'nly  day. 

3  Salvation !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound.      Watts. 

377.   Excellence  of  the  Gospel.    S.  M. 

1  Behold,  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way: 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  Gospel  comes. 

It  spreads  diviner  light : 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey: 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 


378 


SOCIAL    Vv'ORSHIP. 


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4  0,  who  can  ever  find 

The  errors  of  his  Avays  ? 
Yet,  with  a  bold  presumptuous  mind, 
I  would  not  dare  transgress. 

5  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  sin ; 

Forgive  my  secret  faults  : 
And  cleanse  this  guilty  soul  of  mine, 
Whose  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

6  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  spread  thy  praise  abroad, 
Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God.  watts. 

378.   Going  to  Church.   CM. 

1  How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  say, 
*'  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
"And  keep  the  solemn  day  !" 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ! 

The  church,  adom'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  imknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 


^"■^0  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  379 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints  ; 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble,  and  rejoice  ! 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still. 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
Here  my  best  friends,  my  kmdred  dwell. 
Here  God  my  Saviour  reigns.       Watts. 

379,    Anticipation  of  Heaven.   L.  M. 

1  Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime. 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time  ; 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road. 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  nome. 


380  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  (^ 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large, 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoy'd  above ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now, 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

Gibbons 

380.    Holiness  and  Grace.   L.  M. 

1  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  Gospel  we  profess; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God : 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride ; 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  lovf 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faitli  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

Watt 


327)  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  381,  S82 

38  1.    Ingratitude  Deplored.    S.  M. 

1  Is  this  the  kind  return, 

Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ? 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Has  sin  reduc'd  our  mind; 
What  strange,  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind. 

3  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  G-od, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh; 
Break,  sov'reign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

4  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 
And  hourly  as  new  mercies  fall. 

Let  hourly  thanks  arise.  Watts. 

382.    Morning  Prayer  Meeting.    S.  M. 

1  How  sweet  the  melting  lay 

Which  breaks  upon  the  ear, 
When  at  the  hour  of  rising  day 
Christians  unite  in  prayer. 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries 

Up  to  Jehovah's  throne  ; 
He  listens  to  their  heaving  sighs, 
And  sends  his  blessings  down. 


383  SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  (328 

3  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray 

Before  the  morning  light; 
Or  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay, 
And  wrestle  all  the  night. 

4  Glory  to  God  on  high, 

Who  sends  his  blessings  down 
To  rescue  souls  condemn'd  to  die, 
And  make  his  people  one.      s.  Lyrics. 

383.    Evening  Worship,   C.  M. 

1  0  Lord,  another  day  is  flown, 

And  we,  a  little  band, 
Are  met  once  more  before  thy  throne, 
To  bless  thy  fost'ring  hand. 

2  And  wilt  thou  lend  a  list'ning  ear 

To  praises  low  as  ours  1 
Thou  wilt,  for  thou  dost  deign  to  hear 
The  song  that  meekness  pours. 

'3  And  Josus,  thou  thy  smiles  wilt  deign, 
As  we  before  thee  pray  ; 
For  thou  didst  bless  the  infant  train, 
And  are  we  less  than  they  ? 

4  Oh,  let  thy  grace  perform  its  part ; 
Let  sin's  dominion  cease ; 
And  shed  abroad  in  every  heart 

Thine  everlasting  peace,      h.  k  \Ahite. 


SOCIAL    WORSHIP.  384 

384.    Daily  Devotion.    S.  M. 

1  Let  sinners  take  their  course, 

And  choose  the  road  to  death ; 
But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I  seek  his  blessing  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

0  my  eternal  God ! 
While  sinners  perish  in  surprise, 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease. 

And  no  sad  changes  feel ; 
They  neither  fear  nor  trust  thy  name. 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I  with  all  my  cares 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord ; 
I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm. 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  his  love ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands 
No  earthly  power  can  move.       \yms. 


^^^  SEAMEN. 


(S30 


S  E  A  III  E  IV. 


385.    Sailor's  Hymn.    8,7. 

1  Toss'd  upon  life's  raging  billow, 

Sweet  it  is,  0  Lord,  to  know 

-thou  didst  press  a  sailor's  pilJow 
And  canst  feel  a  sailor's  wo. 

2  Never  slumbering,  never  sleeping, 

Though  the  night  be  dark  and  drear, 
Thou  the  fanhful  watch  art  keeping: 
All,  all 'swell,"  thy  constant  cheer. 

3  And  though  loud  the  wind  is  howling, 

Fierce  though  flash  the  lightnings  r;d ; 
Darkly  though  ,he  storm-cloud  's  scowling 
^  er  the  sailor's  anxious  head— 

4  Thou  canst  calm  the  raging  ocean, 

All  Its  noise  and  tumult  still  • 
Hush  the  tempest's  wild  commotion, 
At  the  bidding  of  thy  will. 

5  Thus  my  heart  the  hope  will  cherish, 

While  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eye; 
Thou  wilt  save  me  ere  I  perish, 
Thou  wilt  hear  the  sailor's  cry. 


33i)  SEAMEN.  ^^^ 

6  And  though  mast  and  sail  be  riven, 
Soon  life's  voyage  will  be  o'er  ; 
Safely  moor'd  in  heaven's  wide  haven, 
Storm  and  tempest  vex  no  more. 

386.  God's  Protection  to  Mariners.  C.  M. 

1  How  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  0  Lord  ! 

How  sure  is  their  defence  ! 

Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 

Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

2  Tn  foreign  realms  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 

High  on  the  broken  wave. 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid  ;  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command. 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  danger,  fear,  and  death. 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore ; 
We'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 


^^^  SEAMEN.  /332 

6  Our  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  tliat  life 
1  hy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot 
Shall  jom  our  souls  to  thee.         ^dJi.!,, 

387.  God's  Protection  to  Mariners.   7's. 
1  They  that  toil  upon  the  deep 
And  in  vessels  light  and  frail, 
O'er  the  mighty  waters  sweep 

With  the  billow  and  the  gale 
Mark  what  wonders  God  performs. 
When  he  speaks,  and,  unconfin'd, 
Rush  to  battle  all  his  storms, 
In  the  chariots  of  the  wind. 
2  Up  to  heav'n  their  bark  is  whirl'd, 
On  the  mountain  of  the  wave 
Downward  suddenly  .'tis  huri'd, 
To  th'  abysses  of  the  grave ;' 
Mid  the  tempest  now  they  roll', 

As  intoxicate  with  wine  ; 
Terrors  paralyze  their  soul' 
Helm  they  quit  and  hope  resign. 
3  Then  unto  the  Lord  they  cr)^• 
He  inclines  a  gracious  ear  ; 
Sends  deliv'rance  from  on  high 
Rescues  them  from  ail  their  fear- 


333  ^ 

^  SEAMEN.  388,  389 

0  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord, 
For  his  goodness  to  their  race  ; 

For  the  wonders  of  his  word, 
And  the  riches  of  his  grace. 

Montgomery. 

388.  Breathi7ig  for  the  Spirit.  L.  M. 
1  At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home 

Toiling,  I  cry,  "Sweet  Spirit,  come  ! 

^^  Celestial  breeze,  no  longer  stay, 

"  But  swell  my  sails,  and  speed  my  way  ! 
2  ^'^'Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I  glow 

^^  And  loose  my  6able  from  below ; 

^'^'But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail—' 

'  'Tis  thou  must  breathe  the  auspicious  gale !" 

Toplady. 

389.  Cliristian's  Spiritual  Voyage.n.U. 
1  Jesus,  at  thy  command 
I  launch  into  the  deep; 
And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep  : 
For  thee  I  would  the  world  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine, 
2  Thou  art  my  Pilot  wise; 
My  compass  is  thy  word  ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies 
While  I  have  such  a  Lord  ' 


390  SEAMEN. 


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I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 
3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 

Through  all  my  passage  lie ; 
Yet  Chri'st  will  safely  keep 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye : 
My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide. 
And  I  each  boisterous  storm  outride. 

4  By  faith  I  see  the  land— 
The  port  of  endless  rest : 
My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 
And  fiy  to  Jesus'  breast ! 
0  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  wind  and  waves  distress  no  more. 
5  Come,  heavenly  Wind !  and  blow 
A  prosperous  gale  of  grace  ; 
Waft  me  from  all  below, 

To  heaven— my  destin'd  place  ! 
Then,  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sm  behmd. 

390.   Safety  in  the  Storm,    L.  M. 

1  The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky  ; 
Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call, 
My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 


335)  SEAMEN.  39 1 

2  0  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  storm  ! 
Defend  me  from  each  threat'ning  ill, 
Control  the  waves — say,  ''Peace — be  still!" 

3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hopes  on  thee ; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Dangers  of  ev.'ry  shape  and  name 
Attend  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore, 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

5  Though  tempest-toss'd  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek ; 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  rain 

Force  back  my  shatter'd  bark  again.     Cowper, 

391.    The  Storm  Hushed.   CM. 

1  Our  little  bark  on  boist'rous  seas, 

By  cruel  tempest  toss'd, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope. 
Expecting  to  be  lost ; 

2  We  to  the  Lord,  in  humble  prayer, 

Breath'd  out  our  sad  distress ; 
Though  feeble,  yet  with  contrite  hearts, 
We  begg'd  return  of  peace. 


392  SEAMEN.  (336 

3  The  stormy  winds  did  cease  to  blow, 

The  waves  no  more  did  roll ; 
And  soon  again  a  placid  sea 
Spoke  comfort  to  each  soul. 

4  Oh  I  may  our  grateful,  trembling  hearts 

Sweet  hallelujahs  sing, 
To  Him  who  has  our  lives  preserv'd, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

5  Let  us  proclaim  to  all  the  world. 

With  heart  and  voice  again, 
And  tell  the  wonders  he  has  done 

For  us,  the  sons  of  men.         Madan'sCol. 

392.  My  Father  's  at  the  Helm.   C.  M. 

1  'Twas  when  the  seas,  with  horrid  roar, 

A  little  bark  assail'd, 
And  pallid  fear,  with  awful  power. 
O'er  each  on  board  prevail'd; 

2  Save  one — the  captain's  darling  child, 

Who  fearless  view'd  the  storm, 
And,  playful,  with  composure  smil'd 
At  danger's  threat'ning  form. 

3  ''Why  sporting  thus,"  a  seaman  cries, 

"AVhilst  sorrows  overwhelm?" 
"Why  yield  to  grief?"  the  boy  replies; 
"My  father 'sat  the  helm!" 


337)  SEAMEN.  393 

4  Poor  doubting  soul,  from  hence  be  taught 

How  groundless  is  thy  fear ; 
Think  what  the  power  of  Christ  hath  Avrought, 
And  He  is  ever  near. 

5  Safe  in  his  hands  whom  seas  obey 

When  swelling  surges  1rise, 
He  turns  the  darkest  night  to  day, 
And  brightens  lowering  skies. 

6  Though  thy  corruptions  rise  abhorr'd, 

And  outward  foes  increase ; 
'Tis  but  for  Him  to  speak  the  word, 
And  all  is  hush'd  to  peace. 

7  Then  upward  look ;  howe'er  distress'd, 

Jesus  will  guide  thee  home 
To  that  eternal  port  of  rest 
Where  storms  shall  never  come. 

Rippon's  Col. 

393.    Christ  the  Pilot.   L.  M. 

1  The  christian  voy'ger  strikes  the  rock 
That  lies  conceal 'd  beneath  the  wave  I 
I       Yet  safely  he  survives  the  shock ; 
For  Jesus  is  at  hand  to  save. 


2  His  destin'd  land  he  sometimes  sees, 
And  thinks  his  toils  will  soon  be  o'er. 
Expects  some  favorable  breeze 

Will  waft  him  quickly  to  the  shore. 
22 


394  SEAMEN.  (338 

3  But  hark  ! — the  midnight  tempest  roars  ! 

He  seems  forsaken  and  alone : 
But  Jesus,  whom  he  then  implores, 
Unseen  preserves  and  leads  him  on. 

4  Though  fear  his  heart  should  overwhelm, 

He  '11  reach  the  port  to  which  he  's  bound  ; 
For  Jesus  holds  and  guides  the  helm, 

And  soon  the  haven  will  be  found.      Kelly. 

394.   Driving  to  Port.  7,6. 

1  Though  hard  the  winds  are  blowing, 

And  loud  the  billows  roar ; 
Full  swiftly  we  are  going 
To  our  dear  native  shore. 

2  The  billows  breaking  o'er  us, 

The  storms  that  round  us  swell, 
Are  aiding  to  restore  us 
To  all  we  loved  so  well. 

3  So  sorrow  often  presses 

Life's  mariner  along; 
Afflictions  and  distresses 

Are  gales  and  billows  strong. 

4  The  sharper  and  severer 

The  storms  of  life  we  meet. 
The  sooner  and  the  nearer 
Is  heaven's  eternal  seat. 


SE.AMEX.  395 

5  Come  then,  afflictions  dreary, 

Sharp  sickness  pierce  my  breast ; 
You  only  bear  the  weary 
More  quickly  home  to  rest. 

395.    False  Land,   6's. 

1  When  many  a  tempest  blew, 

And  hope  was  almost  past, 
The  worn  and  weary  crew 
Hail'd  distant  land  at  last. 

2  Far  o'er  the  lee  it  lay, 

Its  arms  seem'd  spreading  wide, 
To  form  a  quiet  bay, 

Where  ships  might  safely  ride. 

3  That  refuge  from  the  storm, 

That  distant  bay  so  fair, 
Was  but  a  cloudy  form. 
And  melted  into  air  ! 

4  So  earthly  hope  deceives 

The  heart  that  trusts  it  most; 
So  all  the  beauty  leaves 
Some  seeming  happy  coast. 

5  But  faith  can  look  before, 

And  see  the  land  of  light;  > 

That  is  the  only  shore 

That  never  mocks  the  sisfht. 


396,  397        SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL  (340 

396.   LiHle  Faith.   S.  M. 

1  0  thou  of  little  faith, 

On  seas  of  trouble  toss'd, 
Depend  on  what  the  Saviour  saith, 
And  you  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

2  He  bids  you  to  him  come, 

Why  should  you  yield  to  fear  ? 
The  v/ind  may  blow  and  billows  foam, 
But  Jesus  Christ  is  there. 

3  Though  storms  of  sorrow  rise, 

And  winds  may  adverse  prove, 
Yet, "  Wherefore  dost  thou  doubt  ?"  he  cries, 
"Mine  is  unchans^in^:  love." 


SPREAI>  OF  THE  OOSPEL 
CONCERT. 


397.    The  Apostles'  Commission.  L.  M. 

1  ''  Go  preach  my  Gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 

''Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive  : 
"He  shall  be  sav'd  who  trusts  my  word: 
"He  shall  be  damn'd  who  wont  believe. 

2  "I'll  make  your  great  commission  known; 

"And  ye  shall  prove  my  Gospel  true, 
"By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
"By  all  the  vronders  ye  shall  do. 


3Jl)  COISCERT.  398 

3  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands, 

"  I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end ; 
"  All  power  is  trusted  to  my  hands, 
''I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

4  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head ; 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode : 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 

The  grace  of  their  ascended  God.      Watte, 

398.    Charity.   C.  M. 

1  Fa-ther  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace, 

All-powerful,  from  above. 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  0  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

That  generous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  others' joy. 
And  weep  for  others'  wo. 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid. 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  look'd  on  dying  men, 

When  thron'd  above  the  skies ; 
And  'midst  the  embraces  of  thy  love 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 


399,  400     SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL  (342 

5  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 
To  raise  us  from  the  ground ; 
And  gave  the  richest  of  his  hlood 
A  balm  for  every  wound.        Doddridge 

399.    Co?icert  of  Prayer.    L.  M. 

1  Thy  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word, 

And  wait  the  smilings  of  thy  face, 
Assemble  round  thy  mercy-seat, 
And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 

2  We  consecrate  these  hours  to  thee, 

Thy  sov'reign  mercy  to  entreat ; 
And  feel  some  animating  hope. 
We  shall  divine  acceptance  meet. 

3  Hast  thou  not  pvomis'd  to  thy  Son, 

That  his  dominion  shall  extend, 
Till  ev'ry  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 
And  every  knee  before  him  bend  ? 

4  Now  let  the  happy  time  appear. 

The  time  to  favor  Zion  come ; 
Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near. 
To  call  thy  banish'd  people  home.    Voko. 

400.    The  Promised  Spirit.    8,  7,  4. 
1  Who  but  thou.  Almighty  Spirit, 
Can  the  heathen  world  reclaim  ? 
Men  may  preach,  but  till  thou  favor. 
Heathens  Avill  be  still  the  same: 


343)  CONCERT.  401 

Mighty  Spirit  1 
Witness  to  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Thou  hast  promis'd  by  the  prophets, 

Glorious  light  in  latter  days  : 
Come,  and  bless  bewilder'd  nations, 

Change  our  pray'rs  and  tears  to  praise ; 
Promis'd  Spirit ! 
.    Round  the  world  diffuse  thy  rays. 

3  All  our  hopes,  and  pray'rs,  and  labors 

Must  be  vain  without  thine  aid  : 
But  thou  wilt  not  disappoint  us — 
All  is  true  that  thou  hast  said : 

Faithful  Spirit.' 
O'er  the  world  thy  influence  shed. 

401.    Prayer  for  ihe  Spirit.    H.  M. 

1  Sov'reign  of  worlds  above, 

And  Lord  of  all  below, 
Thy  faithfulness  and  love, 

T'ty  pow'r  and  mercy  shoAv : 
Fulfil  thy  word ;  Thy  Spirit  give  ; 
Let  heathens  live  And  praise  the  Lord. 

2  On  lands  that  lie  beneath 

Foul  superstition's  sway, 
Whose  horrid  shades  of  death 

Admit  no  heav'nly  ray, 
Blest  Spirit !  shine.  Their  hearts  illume ; 
Dispel  the  gloom  With  light  divine. 


402  SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL  (344 

3  Father,  who  to  thy  Son 
Thy  steadfast  word  hast  giv'n, 

That  through  the  earth  shall  run 

The  news  of  peace  with  heav'n, 
Extend  his  fame  ;  Thy  grace  diffuse; 
And  let  the  new3  The  world  reclaim. 

4  Few  be  the  years  that  roll, 
Ere  all  shall  worship  thee ; 

The  travail  of  his  soul 

Soon  let  the  Saviour  see ; 
O  God  of  grace  I  Thy  pow'r  employ, 
Fill  earth  with  joy,  And  heav'n  with  praise. 

Frail's  Col. 

40!2.    Prayer  for  Spread  of  the  Gospel. 
L.  M. 

1  Look  down,  O  God,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  view  the  desolations  round  ; 

See  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 
And  hurl  their  idols  to  the  ground. 

2  Loud  let  the  Gospel-trumpet  blow, 
And  call  the  nations  from  afar ; 

Let  all  the  isles  their  Saviour  know, 

And  earth's  remotest  ends  draw  near. 
I 
\  3  Let  Satan's  cruel  kingdom  shake — 

I  The  realms  of  darkness  and  of  sin  ; 

Messiah  now  his  empire  take — 

I  In  ev'n'  soul  his  reign  begin. 


345)  CONCERT.  403,  404 

403*  Prayerf or  ihe  Reign  of  Christ.  CM. 

1  Jesus,  immortal  King,  arise  I 

Rise  and  assert  thy  sway, 
Till  earth  subdued,  its  tribute  brings, 
And  distant  lands  obey. 

2  Ride  forth,  victorious  Conqueror,  ride, 

Till  all  thy  foes  submit, 
And  all  the  powers  of  hell  resign 
Their  trophies  at  thy  feet ! 

3  Send  forth  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly 

This  spacious  earth  around, 

Till  every  soul  beneath  the  sun 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound  I 

4  Oh  may  the  great  Redeemer's  name 

Through  every  clime  be  known  I 
And  heathen  gods,  like  Dagon,  fall, 
And  Jesus  reign  alone. 

5  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 

May  Jesus  be  adored  ! 
And  earth  with  all  her  millions  shout 
Hosannas  to  the  Lord.  Pratt's  Coi. 

404.   Love  to  the  Church.    S.  M. 
1  I  love  thy  kingdom.  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Reiieemer  sav'd 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 


405  SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL.  (346 

2  If  e'er,  to  bless  thy  sons, 

My  voice  or  hands  deny, 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 

3  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 

Her  welfare  or  her  wo. 
Let  every  joy  this  heart  forsake. 
And  every  grief  o'erflow. 

4  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end.      Watts. 

405.    '' Thy  Kingdom  Come:'    L.  M. 

1  Ascend  thy  throne,  Almighty  King, 

And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad ; 
Let  thy  own  arm  salvation  bring. 

And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat ; 

Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face ; 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdu'd  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  Oh,  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Loid  ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name; 
Be  thou  through  heaven  and  earth  ador'd. 

Beddome. 


347)  CONCERT.  406,  407 

40  G.    Prayer  for  the  Jews.    L.  M. 

1  Arise,  Great  God  !  and  let  thy  grace 
Shed  its  glp,d  beams  on  Jacob's  race  ; 
Restore  the  long  lost,  scatter'd  band, 
And  call  them  to  their  native  land. 

2  Their  misery  let  thy  mercy  heal, 
Their  trespass  hide,  their  pardon  seal  ; 
0  God  of  Israel !  hear  our  prayer, 
And  grant  them  still  thy  love  to  share. 

3  How  long  shall  Jacob's  offspring  prove 
The  sad  suspension  of  thy  love  ? 

Say,  shall  thy  wrath  for  ever  burn  ? 
And  shall  thy  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

4  Thy  quickening  Spirit  now  impart. 
And  wake  to  joy  each  grateful  heart, 
While  Israel's  rescued  tribes  in  thee 
Their  bliss  and  full  salvation  see.     Menick. 

407.  Prayer  for  Ziori's  Increase.   L.  M. 

1  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  ! 

Put  on  thy  strength — the  nations  shake  ! 
And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen  from  thy  throne, 
"I  am  Jehovah — God  alone  !" 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 


4-08  SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL.  (348 

3  No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt— 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt ! 
But  to  each  conscience  be  applied 
The  blood  that  flow'd  from  Jesus'  side. 

4  Arm  of  the  Lord,  thy  power  extend, 
Let  Mahomet's  impostures  end ; 
Break  superstition's  Papal  chain. 
And  the  proud  scoffer's  rage  restrain. 

o  Let  Zion's  time  of  favor  come ; 
0  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home; 
And  let  our  wondering  eyes  behold 
Gentiles  and  Jews  in  Christ's  one  fold. 

6  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  proclaim 
In  every  land  of  every  name ; 
Let  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall. 
And  crown  the  Saviour— Loed  of  all. 

Burder's  Col. 

408.    Spread  of  the  Gospel.    L.  M. 

1  Exert  thy  power,  thy  rights  maintain, 

Insulted — everlasting  King ! 
The  influence  of  thy  crown  increase. 
And  strangers  to  thy  footstool  bring. 

2  We  long  to  see  that  happy  time, 

That  dear,  expected,  blessed  day  ! 
When  countless  myriads  of  our  race 
The  second  Adam  shall  obey. 


349)  .  CONCERT.  409 

3  In  one  sweet  symphony  of  praise 

Gentile  and  Jew  shall  then  unite  ; 
And  Infidelity,  ashamed, 

Sink  in  th'  abyss  of  endless  night. 

4  Soon  Afric's  long  degraded  sons 

Shall  join  with  Europe's  polish'd  race, 
To  celebrate,  in  different  tongues. 
The  glories  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 

Emmanuel's  kingdom  shall  extend  ; 
And  every  man,  in  every  face, 

Shall  meet  a  brother  and  a  friend.    Voke. 

409.   Spread  of  the  Gospel.   L.  M. 

1  Sovereign  of  worlds  I  display  thy  pow'r ; 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favor'd  hour  : 

Bid  the  bright  morning  star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns  ; 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains ; 
On  heathen  wilds,  on  lands  unknown, 
And  take  the  nations  for  thy  own. 

3  Speak  !  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voicej 
Speak!  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 

And  bid  all  nations  hail  tlie  light.     p,-att'sCol. 


410,411      SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL.  (353 

4 1 0     Spread  of  the  Gospel.   L.  M. 

1  Behold  th'  expected  time  draw  near, 
The  shades  disperse,  the  dawn  appear  ; 
Behold  the  wilderness  assume 

The  beauteous  tints  of  Eden's  bloom. 

2  The  untaught  heathen  waits  to  know 
The  joy  the  Gospel  Avill  bestow  ; 
The  exiled  captive,  to  receive 

The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

3  Come,  let  us,  with  a  grateful  heart, 
In  the  blest  labor  share  a  part ; 

Our  prayers  and  offerings  gladly  bring, 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

4  Invite  the  world  to  come  and  prove 
A  Saviour's  condescending  love ; 
And  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
Assured  they  shall  acceptance  meet. 

Voke. 

411."  The  Mountain  of  the  Lord:'  C.  M. 

1  Behold  !  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 

In  latter  days  shall  rise 
Above  the  mountains  and  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wond'ring  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round. 

All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow, 
*'Up  to  the  hill  of  G-od,"  thev  say, 
"And  to  his  courts  we'll  p-o." 


35l)  CONCERT.  412 

3  The  beams  that  shine  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  ev'ry  land ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Zion's  tow'rs, 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  No  longer  hosts  encount'ring  hosts, 

Their  millions  slain  deplore; 
Their  spears  to  pruning-hooks  they  turn, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

5  Come  then,  0  come,  from  ev'ry  land, 

To  worship  at  his  shrine ; 
And  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauties  shine.  Logan. 

412.    Reign  of  Chrisi.   L.  M. 

1  Thus  the  eternal  Father  spake 

To  Christ  the  Son;  "Ascend  and  sit 
"At  my  right  hand,  till  I  shall  make 
"  Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet. 

2  "From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed; 

"Thy  word,  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand, 
"Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
"And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

"  That  day  shall  show  thy  pow'r  is  great, 
"  Wh  en  saints  shall  flock  with  willing  minds, 

"And  sinners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 
"Where  holiness  in  beautv  shines." 


4-13  SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL.  (352 

4  0  blessed  pow'r  !  0  glorious  day ! 
What  a  large  vict'ry  shall  ensue  ! 
And  converts  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

Wutts. 

413.    Kingdom  of  Christ.    L.  M. 

1  Great  God,  whose  universal  sway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son ; 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  his  hands  ; 
All  heav'n  submits  to  his  commands ; 
His  justice  shall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  just, 
And  treads  th'  oppressor  in  the  dust ; 
His  worship  and  his  fear  shall  last 
Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  past. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown. 
So  shall  he  send  his  influence  down ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands,  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light, 
AtA  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 


353)  CONCERT.  4-14 

6  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days, 
.Drest  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise  ; 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

Watt*. 

414.  Spread  of  the  Glad  Tidings.  C.  M. 

1  Great  G-od,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  thine ; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  Gospel  to  mankind ; 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  thy  mind. 

3  Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around. 
Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound  ? 

4  0  when  shall  Afric's  sable  sons 

Enjoy  the  heavenly  word  ; 
And  vassals,  long  enslaved,  become 
The  freemen  of  the  Lord? 

5  When  shall  th'  untutored  heathen  tribes, 

A  dark  bewilder'd  race. 
Sit  do^vn  at  our  Emmanuel's  feet, 

And  learn  and  see  his  grace  ? 
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4tib  SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL,  (354 

6  Haste,  sovereign  Mercy,  and  transform 

Their  cruelty  to  love  ; 
Soften  the  tiger  to  the  lamb, 
The  vulture  to  a  dove. 

7  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  Gospel's  rays ; 
And  build,  on  sin's  demolish'd  throne, 
The  temples  of  thy  praise.  GibbonB. 

415.    Heralds  of  the  Gospel.   S.  M. 

1  How  beauteous  are  their  feet 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  I 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are ! 
"Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King; 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes. 

That  see  this  heavenly  light; 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long 
But  died  without  the  sight! 


355)  CONGEST.  416 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy.  Watts, 


416.    Christ  proclaimed,    6. 

1  Ye  servants  of  G-od, 

Your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad 

His  wonderful  name: 
The  name  all-victorious 

Of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious. 

And  rules  over  all. 

2  G-od  ruleth  on  high, 

Almighty  to  save; 
And  still  he  is  nigh ; 

His  presence  we  have: 
The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing. 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  Jesus  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God, 

Who  sits  on  the  throne, 
Let  all  cry  aloud, 
And  honor  the  Son  : 


417,  418      SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL.  (356 

Immauuel's  praises 

The  angels  proclaim, 
Fall  down  on  their  faces 

And  worship  the  Lamb. 
4  Then  let  us  adore 

And  give  him  his  right ; 
All  glory  and  power, 

And  wisdom  and  might ; 
All  honor  and  blessing 

With  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing 

And  infinite  love.  Pratt's  Col. 

417.   ''^rise,  Shines    L.  M. 

1  0  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise. 

With  gentle  beams  on  Zion  shine; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  eyes, 
And  souls  awake  to  life  divine. 

2  On  all  around  let  grace  descend, 

Like  heavenly  dew,  or  copious  showers; 
That  we  may  call  our  God  our  friend ; 
That  we  may  hail  salvation  ours. 

418.    Praise  from  all  nations.    S.  M. 
1  Thy  name,  almighty  Lord, 

Shall  sound  through  distant  lands: 
Great  is  thy  grace  and  sure  thy  word  ; 
Thy  truth  for  ever  stands. 


357)  CONCERT.  419 

2  Far  be  thine  honor  spread, 
And  long  thy  praise  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more.  svatts. 

419.    Chrisfs  Reign  upon  Eaiih.  7,  6. , 

1  Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed, 

Great  David's  greater  Son ; 
Hail  in  the  time  appointed,     . 

His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes  with  succor  speedy 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy. 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemn'd  and  dying 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend ; 

His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kinq-dom  without  end: 


420,  421      SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL.  (353 

The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever, 

That  name  to  us  is  love.      Montgomery. 

420.   Jesus  shall  Reign.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journies  run  ; 

His  kmgdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore^ 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  People  and  realms,  of  every  tongue, 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

3  Where  he  displays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more  : 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

4  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 

And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen.       Watts. 

421,  Jesus  shall  Reign.    7's. 
1  Hark  !  the  song  of  jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore: — 


359)  CONCERT.  422 

2  Hallelujah  I  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign  ; 
Hallelujah  I  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

3  Hallelujah  I  hark  I  the  sound, 

From  the  depth  unto  the  skies, 
Wakes,  above,  beneath,  around, 
All  creation's  harmonies ! 

4  See  Jehovah's  banner  furl'd, 

Sheath'd  his  sword:  he  speaks:  'tis  done; 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdom  of  his  Son. 

5  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway: 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Yonder  heav'ns  have  pass'd  away* 

6  Then  the  end  ; — beneath  his  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall ; 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all.  Montgomery. 

422.    Ye  Visions  Brig-ht.    L.  M. 

o 

1  Ye  visions  bright,  of  heavenly  birth. 
Ye  glories  of  the  latter  day, 
Descend  upon  the  fallen  earth. 
And  chase  the  shades  of  night  away. 


4l52f3  SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL.  (360 

Bid  Streams  of  love  and  mercy  flow 
Through  ever}'  vale  of  human  wo, 
Till  sin,  and  care,  and  sorrow  cease, 
And  all  the  world  is  hush'd  to  peace. 

2  How  long,  amid  this  dying  race. 

Shall  desolation  hold  her  reign? 
How  long  shall  men  despise  the  grace 

And  love  of  Him  who  once  was  slain? 
How  long  shall  heathen  bow  the  knee 
To  gods  that  neither  hear  nor  see  ? 
Ye  scenes  of  bliss  so  long  foretold, 
When  will  your  radiant  hues  unfold  ? 

3  The  Gospel  of  the  living  God 

Shall  echo  the  wide  earth  around. 
Till  every-  place  of  man's  abode 

Shall  know  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 
AVho  can  the  heavenly  scene  portray  ? 
"Who  can  describe  the  glorious  day  ? 
We  hail  its  glimmermgs  from  afar. 
We  hail  the  bright,  the  morning  star  ? 

423.  Reign  of  Christ  o?i  Earth.  7,  6. 

1  When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 
Flow  joyfully  along, 
When  hill  and  valley  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song, 


CONCERT.  424 

Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 
And  Him  who  once  was  slain, 

Again  J;o  earth  descended, 
In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

2  Then  from  the  lofty  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply: 
High  tow'r  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
All,  hallelujah  swellmg 

In  one  eternal  round.  Prati'sCoL 

424.    The  Gospel  Banner.    7,  6. 

1  Now  be  the  Gospel  baimer 

In  every  land  unfurl'd; 
And  be  the  shout  Hosanna, 

Re-echo'd  through  the  world : 
Till  every  isle  and  nation. 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
Receive  the  great  salvation. 

And  jom  the  happy  throng. 

2  What  though  th'  embattled  legions 

Of  earth  and  hell  combine  ? 

His  arm  throughout  their  regions 

Shall  soon  resplendent  shine: 


425  SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL.  (388 

Ride  on,  0  Lord,  victorious  ! 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious, 

Thy  empire  still  increase. 
3  Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 

0  Jesus,  King  of  kings! 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransom'd  captive  sings: 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 

MusicQ  Sacra. 

425.   Jesus  Reigns.   7's. 

1  Wake  the  song  of  jubilee, 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea! 

Now  is  come  the  promis'd  hour; 
Jesus  reigns  v/ith  sovereign  power ! 

2  AH  ye  nations,  join  and  sing, 
Christ,  of  lords  and  kings,  is  King; 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Jesus  reigns  for  evermore. 

3  Now  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice; 
Yea,  the  whole  creation  sings, 

Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings.  Pratt's  CoL 


363)  CONCERT.  426,  427 

426a    Zion  Triumphant.    11,  10. 

1  Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sadness, 

Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more; 
Bright  o'er  the  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  gladness, 
Rise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes;  but  the  arm  that  subdu'd  them 

And  scatter'd  their  legions,  was  mightier  far ; 
They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  that  pursu'd  them  ; 
Vuin  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots  of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  Pow'r  that  hath  sav'd  thee, 

ExiolI'd  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  should  be; 
Shout  I  for  the  foe  is  de.<troy'd  that  cnslav'd  thee, 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquish'd  and  Zion  is  free. 

427.  Zioji^s  Strength  and  Security.  8,  7. 

1  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ! 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Form'd  thee  for  his  own  abode : 
On  the  Rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 
And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 


428  SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL.  (364 

Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 
Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 

Grace  which,  lilve  the  Lord,  the  giver, 
Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud-  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering. 

Showing  that  the  Lord  k  near. 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner, 

Light  by  night  and  shade  by  day  ; 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  he  gives  them,  when  they  pray. 

Newton. 

428.    The  Day  Baiming.    8,  7,  4-. 

1  Yes  I  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking  ; 

Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  : 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  his  word  in  ev'ry  land : 

AVhen  he  chooses. 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2  Let  us  hail  the  joyful  season  ; 

Let  us  hail  the  dawning  ray : 
When  the  Lord  appears,  there  's  reason 
To  expect  a  glorious  day: 

At  his  presence 
Gloom  and  darkness  flee  awav. 


65)  CONCERT.  429 

3  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring ; 

While  he  enters  like  a  flood ; 
God,  the  Saviour,  is  preparing 
Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad : 

Ev'ry  language 
Soon  shall  teach  the  love  of  God. 

4  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious. 

Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand ; 
Let  the  Gospel  be  victorious 

Through  the  world  in  ev'ry  land ; 

And  the  idols 
Perish,  Lord,  at  thy  command.        Kelly. 

429.   Gospel  Proclaimed.  8,  7, 4. 

1  On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Joyful  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands : 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  prov'd  ? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmov'd  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning; 
Zion  still  is  well  belov'd. 


430  SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL.  (388 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  soon  restore  thee; 

He  himself  appears  thy  friend; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee, 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end: 

Great  deliv'rance 
Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee, 

All  thy  warfare  now  be  past ; 
God  thy  Saviour  will  defend  thee, 
Victory  is  thine  at  last : 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest.  Kelly. 

430*    Success  of  the  Gospel.   8,  7,  4. 

1  O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 

Cheer'd  by  no  celestial  ray, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arising, 

Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day; 

Send  the  Gospel 
To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 

2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them.  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western. 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night; 

And  redemption. 
Freely  purchas'd,  win  the  day. 


367)  CONCERT.  431 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel — 
AVin  and  conquer,  never  cease ; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase ; 

Sway  thy  sceptre. 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 

Williams. 

4:31.'' Watchman!  what  of  ike  night  V  7's. 

1  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
"Trav'ller  !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

"  See  that  glory-beaming  star  !" 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretel  ? 
"  Trav'ller  !  yes :  it  brings  the  day, 

"  Promis'd  day  of  Israel !" 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  than  star  ascends. 
"Trav'ller I  blessedness  and  light, 

"  Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends." 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
"  Trav'ller  I  ages  are  its  own ; 

"  See  !  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth  !" 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

k  For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 

■      "  Trav'ller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 
^         "  Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn." 


432  SPREAD    OF    THE    GOSPEL.  (368' 

Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
"Trav'ller!  lo!  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

*'  Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come  !"  Bowring. 

432.    Missionary  Hymn.   7,  6. 

1  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness. 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high. 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted, 
The  lamp  of  life  deny? 


369)  CONCERT.  433 

Salvation !  O,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  leam'd  Messiah's  name ! 


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Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory. 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature 

The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign.     Bisbop  Heber. 


433*    Missionaries'  Farewell.    8,  7,  4. 

1  Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee, 

All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well; 
Friends,  connections,  happy  cotmtry  ! 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

2  Home  !  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely, 

Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  tell ! 
Happy  home  !  'tis  sure  I  love  thee  ! 
Can  I — can  I  say — Farewell. 

Can  I  leave  thee. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

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433  SPREAD    OF    THi:   GOSPEL.  (370 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days,  and  Sabbath-beil, 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure  I 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

4  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly. 

From  the  scenes  I  loved  so  well ! 
Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me ; 
Lovely  native  land,  farewell ! 

Pleased  I  leave  thee. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor. 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell ! 

Let  me  hasten 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwelL 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean  ; 

Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell — 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell. 

Glad  I  bid  thee, 
Native  land — Farewell— Farewell. 

C.  F.  Smith. 


THE  lord's  day.         434,  435 


THE    L-ORD'S    BAY. 


434.   Sabhath  Morning.   H.  M. 

1  "Welcome,  delightful  mom, 

Thou  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
I  hail  thy  kind  return — 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest : 
From  the  Ioav  train  of  mortal  toys 
I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend, 

And  fill  his  throne  of  grace  : 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend. 

While  saints  address  thy  face ; 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quickening  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love. 

And  bless  the  sacred  hours : 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  indulg'd  in  vain. 

Ilayward. 

435.    Sabbath  Morning.    7's. 

1  Safely  through  another  week 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way  ; 


436  THE    lord's    day.  (372 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day : 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best ; 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  AVhile  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconciled  face ; 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

3  When  we  meet,  thy  name  to  praise, 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near  : 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear ; 
There  afford  us.  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound  ; 

Bring  relief  from  all  complaints: 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove. 
Till  we  join  the  church  above.      Newton. 

436.    Lord's  Day  Morning.    C.  M. 

1  Early,  my  God,  without  delay, 
I  haste  to  seek  thy  face ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 


373)  THE    lord's    DAY.  437 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine  ! 

4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 
And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move. 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray. 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing.  Watts. 

437.    Lord's  Day  Morning.   C.  M. 

1  Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shall  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye ; 


438  THE    lord's    day.  ■    (374. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court. 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  Oh  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ! 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 
And  plain  before  my  face.  wmtM. 

438.    Lord's  Day  Evening.    C.  M. 

1  Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 

To  shed  its  quickening  beams; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  bums; 
How  languid  are  its  flames  ! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love — 

Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive  ; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 


375)  THE    LORD*S    DAY.  439 

3  Increase,  0  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  us  to  ascend 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end  ; 

4  Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 

With  heavenly  lustre  shine; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 

And  feast  on  love  divine.  Btowu. 

439.    The  Sahbaih.    L.M. 

1  Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun  ; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  has  bless'd. 

2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds ; 
Provides  an  antepast  of  heaven. 

And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  seven. 

3  0  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise. 
As  grateful  incense,  to  the  skies  ; 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  tut  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

4  This  heavenly  calm,  w^itbin  the  breast, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 


440,  441  THE    lord's    day.  (376 

5  In  holy  duties,  let  the  day — 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away  ; 
How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end ! 

StennetL 

440.  TAc  Eternal  Sabbath.   L.  M. 

1  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there  's  a  nobler  rest  above : 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire. 
With  ardent  love  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 

Nor  sin,  nor  death,  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose  ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  0  long-expected  day,  begin  I 
Dawn  on  this  world  of  wo  and  sin : 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
To  sleep  in  death,  and  rest  in  God. 

Doddridge. 

44 1 .  For  the  Lord's'  Bay.  L.  M. 
1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing : 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 


377)  THE    lord's    DAY.  441 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 
No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast  : 
0,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solenm  sound. 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels  I  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die ; 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
Blast  them  in  everlasting  death. 

5  But  T  shall  share  a  glorious  part 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin,  my  worst  enemy  before, 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more ; 
My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desir'd  or  wish'd  below. 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 

In  that  eternal  world  of  joy.  Watts. 


442,  443  THE    lord's    day.  (378 

442.  The  Worship  of  the  Sabhaih.  S.M. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  0  Lord, 

Thy  glorious  name  to  sing  ; 
To  praise  and  pray — to  hear  thy  word, 
And  grateful -ofF'rings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 
-J  .  To  join,  in  heart  and  voice, 

With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

3  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 

Be  every  Sabbath  giv'n, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 

Eternally  in  heav'n.       Spirit  of  the  PsaliM. 

443.  The  Lord's  Day.  S.M. 

1  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest. 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast. 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  I 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 

Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here. 

And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  has  been. 
Is  su^eeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 


879)  THE    LOEd's    DAY.  444 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay- 
in  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 

To  everlasting  bliss.  Wans. 

444.    Chrisfs  Resurrection.    CM. 

1  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumphs  spread. 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ! 
Help  us,  0  Lord  ;  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men- 

With  messages  of  grace; 
\Yho  comes  in  God,  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise ; 
The  highest  heavens  in  which  he  reigns^ 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise.        Watts. 


44j5,  446  THE    lord's    day.  (380 

445.    God  and  his  Church.   L.  M. 

1  Great  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs; 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth, 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  0  God  of  grace ; 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  the  door. 

3  God  is  our  Sun,  he  makes  our  day ; 
God  is  our  Shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th' assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow. 
And  croAvn  that  grace  with  glory  too : 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

5  0  God  our  King,  whose  sov'reign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee, 

Blest  is  the  man  who  trusts  in  thee. 

Watta. 

446o   Public  Worship.  H.  M. 
1  Lord  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  I 


38l)  THE    lord's    DAY.  447 

To  thine  abode  My  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires  To  see  my  God  ! 

2  0  happy  souls,  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
0  happy  men,  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  thee  still ;  And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way  To  Zion's  hill ! 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length. 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears  : 
0  glorious  seat.  When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring  Our  willing  feet ! 

4  To  spend  one  sacred  day 

Where  God  and  saints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thousand  days  beside  : 
Where  God  resorts,  I  Irove  it  more 
To  keep  the  door,  Than  shine  in  courts. 

Watts. 

447.  God  Present  in  his  Churches.  C.  M. 

I  My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  thy  God  resorts  ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  see  his  smiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 


448  CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP.  (382 

2  To  sit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employed  in  carnal  joys. 

3  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  ^rait 

While  Jesus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  state, 
Or  live  in  tents  of  sin. 

4  Could  I  command  the  spacious  land 

And  the  more  boundless  sea, 
For  one  blest  hour  at  thy  right  band 
I'd  give  them  both  away.  Watta. 


CHRISTIAN  FEL.I.01¥SIIIP. 


448.    Union  and  Peace.    S.  M. 

1  Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace, 

Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 


3S3)  CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP.     449,  450 

3  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  spread, 
And  pleasure  fill'd  the  room. 

4  Thus,  on  the  heav'nly  hills. 

The  saints  are  blest  above ; 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love.  Watts. 

449,  Christian  Love.   L.  M. 

1  Now  by  the  mercies  of  my  God, 

His  sharp  distress,  his  sore  complaints, 
By  his  last  groans,  his  dying  blood, 
I  charge  my  soul  to  love  the  saints. 

2  The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove. 

Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise  and  strife ; 
^    Why  should  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who  seals  our  souls  to  heav'nly  life  ? 

3  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts, 

Through  all  our  lives  let  mercy  run  : 
So  God  forgives  our  num'rous  faults, 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  his  Son. 

Watta. 

450.  Christian  Love,    C.  M. 

1  How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  Avho  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  his  word. 


451  CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP.  (384 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part : 
When  sorrows  flow  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  lieart  to  heart : 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above. 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide. 
And  show  a  brother's  love  I 

4  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flow ; 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love.  Swaia. 

451.   Fellowship.   CM. 

1  Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  mix'd  in  one  : 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice: 
'Tis  heaven,  on  earth  begim. 

2  Our  hearts  have  often  bum'd  within, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire. 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  bless'd, 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 


3«r»)  CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP.  452 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  ! 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood; 
Oh  !  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

5  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own ; 

6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd. 

Behold  thee  face  to  face.  Miller. 

452*  Meeting  of  Christian  Friends.  L.  M. 

1  Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 

A  hearty  welcome  here  receive ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  bum  with  love. 
25 


453  CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP.  (386 

3  Forgotten  be  each  earthly  theme, 

When  christians  see  each  other  thus; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  Hdi 
Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns,  for  us. 

4  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said. 

And  suffer'd  for  us  here  below ; 
The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 

5  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away. 

We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore — 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day 

When  we  shall  meet — to  part  no  more. 

Newton. 

453.    At  Pariing.   S.  M. 

1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 
Otu*  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes. 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 


387)  CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP.       454,  455 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity.  Fawcett. 

454.  Parting.  L.  M. 

1  Come,  Christian  brethren  I  ere  we  part, 
Join  every  voice  and  every  heart : 
One  solemn  hymn  to  God  we  raise, 
One  final  song  of  grateful  praise. 

2  Christians,  we  here  may  meet  no  more; 
Eut  there  is  yet  a  happier  shore ; 

And  there,  releas'd  from  toil  and  pain, 
Dear  brethren,  we  shall  meet  again. 

II.  K.  White. 

455.    Christian  Pariins:.   6,  5. 
1  When  shall  we  meet  again — 

Meet,  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
When  shall  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever  ? 


455  CHRISTIAN    FELLOWSHIP.  (3 

Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  world  of  woes — 
Never — no,  never. 

2  When  shall  love  freely  flow, 

Pure  as  life's  river  ? 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow, 

Changeless  for  ever  ? 
Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
.And  fears  of  parthig  chill — 

Never — no,  never. 

3  Up  to  that  world  of  light. 

Take  us,  dear  Saviour ; 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  for  ever : 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel — 

Never — no,  never. 

4  Soon  shall  w^e  meet  again — 

Meet,  ne'er  to  sever ; 
Soon  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever: 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose, 
Secure  from  worldly  woes  ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close — 

Never— no,  never. 


AFFLICTIONS.  456,  457 


AFFIilCTIOiVS 


456.    Trials.   Ts. 

1  'Tis  my  happiness  below, 

Not  to  live  without  the  cross  ; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befal ; 

But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscrib'd  upon  them  all — 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here. 

No  chastisement  by  the  way, 
Might  I  not  with  reason  fear 
I  should  be  a  cast-away  ? 

4  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet ; 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer  ; 
Bring  me  to  my  Saviour's  feet  ; 
Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 

Cowper. 

457.    Afflictions  Sweetened.    C.  M. 
1  When  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains, 
And  lono-  to  flv  awav. 


458  AFFLICTIONS.  (390 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  reflect,  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid  ; 
Sweet  to  remember,  that  his  blood 
My  debt  of  suffering  paid. 

4  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend. 

5  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees  ;  ' 

Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hand, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

6  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  fountain  be. 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  thee.  Topiady. 

458.    Afflictions  Medful.   CM. 

1  Break  thro'  the  clouds,  dear  Lord,  and  shine, 
Let  us  perceive  thee  nigh  I 
And  to  each  mourning  child  of  thine 
These  gracious  words  apply: 


39l)  AFFLICTIONS.  459 

2  "Let  not  my  children  slight  the  stroke 

"I  for  chastisement  send, 
"Nor  faint  beneath  my  kind  rebuke; 
"  For  I  am  still  their  friend. 

3  "The  wicked  I  perhaps  may  leave 

"Awhile,  and  not  reprove; 

"But  all  the  children  I  receive 

"  I  scourge,  because  I  love. 

4  "I  see  your  hearts  at  present  fill'd 

"  With  grief  and  deep  distress ; 
"  But  soon  these  bitter  seeds  shall  yield 


459.   Benefit  of  Affliction,   CM. 

1  Consider  all  my  sorrows.  Lord, 

And  thy  deliv'rance  send ; 
My  soul  for  thy  salvation  faints : 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ! 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  Father's  rod  ; 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 

3  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  soul,  oppress'd  with  sorrow's  weighty 
Had  sunk  araonsr  the  dead. 


460,461  AFFLICTIONS.  (3&2 

4  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  seem  severe ; 
The  sharpest  suff'rings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

5  Before  T  knew  thy  chast'ning  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  stray ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way.  Wutts. 

460.    Sanctified  .Afflictions.   L.  M. 

1  Father,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand ; 

How  kind  was  thy  chastising  rod. 
That  forced  my  conscience  to  a  stand, 
And  brought  my  wand 'ring  soul  to  God  ! 

2  Foolish  and  vain,  I  went  astray 

Ere  I  had  felt  thy  scourges,  Lord  ; 
I  left  my  guide,  and  lost  my  way; 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke. 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rise  and  swell ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  stroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  statutes  well. 

WattB. 

46 1 .  Submission  to  the  will  of  God.  C.  M. 
1  Through  all  the  downward  tracts  of  time 
God's  watchful  eye  surveys; 
0  !  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot, 
And  regulate  our  ways  ? 


I 


3f»3)  AFFLICTIONS.  462 

2  I  cannot  doubt  his  bounteous  love,' 

Unmeasurably  kind ; 
To  his  unerring,  gracious  will. 
Be  every  wish  resign'd. 

3  Good  when  he  gives,  supremely  good  ; 

Nor  less,  when  he  denies  : 
E'en  crosses  from  his  sovereign  hand 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

4  Here  perfect  bliss  can  ne'er  be  found ; 

The  honey  's  mix'd  with  gall ; 
Midst  changing  scenes  and  dying  friends, 
Be  thou  my  all  in  all.  Heivey. 

462.   Submission.    CM. 

1  0  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No — let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize,  to  thee, 

Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 

Or  wilt  withhold  from  me.  . 


463,  464-  AFFLICTIONS.  (391 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engag'd  to  grant ; 

What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 

'Tis  better  still  to  want.  Cowper. 

463.  Light  in  Darkness.   C.  M. 

1  0  thou,  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear, 

How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  pierc'd  by  sins  and  sorrows  here. 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee  I 

2  The  friends,  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 

When  Avinter  comes,  are  flown ; 
And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

3  Oh  !  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come  brightly  wafting,  through  the  gloom, 
Our  peace-branch  from  above  ? 

4  Then  sorrow,  touch'd  by  thee,  grows  bright, 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 
We  never  saw  by  day.  M. 

464.    The  Sick-Bed .  Ps.  46  :  10.  L.  M. 

1  Do  sore  afflictions  press  thee  down. 
And  dost  thou  feel  thy  Father's  frown  ? 
Turn  not  away,  but  kiss  the  rod  ; 
"Be  still,  and  know  that  I  am  God." 


395)  AFFLICTIONS.  465 

2  ''  Is  God  my  Father  ?  then  may  I 
"Within  his  arms  in  safety  lie  ; 

"  That  word,  ^  My  Father,'  stills  my  pains : 
"  That  arm  the  universe  sustains. 

3  ''  My  Father  sees  me  prostrate  lie, 
"Sees  my  flesh  waste — hears  every  sigh; 
"  Knows  every  wish,  and  every  fear ; 
"Knows  why  his  wisdom  placed  me  here. 

4  "'This  pain,'  he  says,  'is  needful  now; 
" '  Needful  that  sorrow  shade  thy  brow  *, 

" '  Most  of  my  children  home  are  brought 
" '  In  ways  themselves  had  never  sought. 

5  "'Must  thy  great  Captain  perfect  be 

" '  Through  sufferings  borne  for  such  as  thee  ; 
"'And  would'st  thou  shun  the  fire  that  tries; 
" '  That  scathes  thee,  while  it  purifies  V 

6  "  Father  !  thy  goodness  now  I  own, 

"  Though  clouds  and  darkness  veil  thy  throne, 

"I  turn  to  thee — I  kiss  the  rod, 

"And  thankful  'know  that  thou  art  God.'" 

Rev.  S.  Ingersoll. 

465*   Recovery  from  Sickness.    CM. 

1  My  God,  thy  service  well  demands 
The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Why  was  this  fleeting  breath  renew'd, 
But  to  renew  thy  praise  ? 


466  AFF/.ICTIONS.  (39( 

2  Thine  arm  of  everlasting  love 

Did  this  weak  frame  sustain, 
When  health  and  life  both  ebb'd  apace 
From  every  sinking  vein. 

3  Back  from  the  borders  of  the  grave, 

At  thy  command  I  come :  ■ 

Nor  would  I  urge  a  speedier  flight        ^ 
To  my  celestial  home. 

4  Where  thou  appointest  my  abode, 

There  would  I  choose  to  be ; 
For,  in  thy  presence,  death  is  life, 
And  earth  is  heaven,  with  thee. 

Doddridge 

466.    Rest  in  Heaven.    C.  M. 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all ; 


397)  CHILDHOOD    AND    YOUTH.  467 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast.  watts. 


CHII.DHOOD  AND  YOUTH. 


467.    Child's  Thoughts  of  God.   L.  M. 

1  There  is  a  God,  who  reigns  above, 

Lord  of  the  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas ; 
I  fear  his  wrath,  I  ask  his  love, 
And  with  my  lips  I  smg  his  praise. 

2  There  is  a  law  which  he  has  writ, 

To  teach  us  all  what  we  must  do  ; 
My  soul,  to  his  commands  submit. 
For  they  are  holy,  just,  and  true. 

3  There  is  a  Gospel,  rich  in  grace. 

Whence  sirmers  all  their  comfort  draw ; 
Lord,  I  repent  and  seek  thy  face, 
For  I  have  often  broke  thy  law. 

4  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die, 

Nor  do  I  know  how  soon  'twill  come ; 
How  many,  younger  much  than  I, 
Have  pass'd,  by  death,  to  hear  their  doom ! 


4568  CHILDHOOD    AND    YOUTH.  (398 

5  Let  me  improve  the  hours  I  have, 
Before  the  day  of  grace  is  fled  ; 
There  's  no  repentance  in  the  grave, 
Nor  pardon  oflfer'd  to  the  dead.     Watts. 

468.    Child's  Song  of  Praise.    C.  M. 

1  How  glorious  is  our  heavenly  King, 

Who  reigns  above  the  sky  ! 
How  shall  a  child  presume  to  sing 
His  dreadful  Majesty  ? 

2  How  great  his  power  is,  none  can  tell. 

Nor  think  how  large  his  grace  ; 
Not  men  below,  nor  saints  who  dwell 
On  high  before  his  face. 

3  Nor  angels,  who  stand  round  the  Lord, 

Can  search  his  secret  will ; 
But  they  perform  his  heavenly  word, 
And  sing  his  praises  still. 

4  Then  let  me  join  this  holy  train, 

And  my  first  off'rings  bring ; 
Th'  eternal  God  will  not  disdain 
To  hear  an  infant  sing. 

5  My  heart  resolves,  my  tongue  obeys, 

And  angels  will  rejoice 
To  hear  their  mighty  Maker's  praise 
Sound  from  a  feeble  voice.  vvatts. 


399)  CHILDHOOD  AxND  YOUTH.        469,  470 

469.    God  Omiiipresent.    L.  M. 

1  Among  the  deepest  shades  of  night 

Can  there  be  one  who  sees  my  way  ? 
Yes ;  God  is  like  a  shining  light 
That  turns  the  darkness  into  day. 

2  When  every  eye  around  me  sleeps, 

May  I  not  sin  without  control  ? 

No  ;  for  a  constant  watch  he  keeps 

On  every  thought  of  every  soul. 

3  If  I  could  find  some  cave  unknown. 
Where  human  feet  have  never  trod, 

Yet  there  I  could  not  be  alone ; 
On  every  side  there  would  be  God. 

4  He  smiles  in  heaven ;  He  frowns  in  hell ; 

He  fills  the  air,  the  earth,  the  sea  : 
I  must  within  his  presence  dwell ; 
I  cannot  from  his  anger  flee. 

5  Yet  I  may  flee — He  shows  me  where  ; 

Tells  me  to  Jesus  Christ  to  fly  : 
And  while  he  sees  me  weeping  there, 
There  's  only  mercy  in  his  eye. 

Mre.  Gilbert. 

470.  A  Child's  Hymn.  L.  M. 
Why  should  I  say,  "  'Tis  yet  too  soon 

"  To  seek  for  heaven,  or  think  of  death  ?" 
A  flower  may  fade  before  'tis  noon, 

And  I  this  day  may  lose  my  breath. 


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471  CHILDHOOD    Ai\D    YOUTH.  (400 


I 


2  If  this  rebellious  heart  of  mine 

Despise  the  gracious  calls  of  Heaven, 
I  may  be  harden'd  in  my  sin, 

And  never  have  repentance  given. 

3  What  if  Jehovah's  anger  burn. 

While  I  refuse'  his  ofTer'd  grace 
And  all  his  love  to  fury  turn, 

And  strike  me  dead  upon  the  place  I 

4  'Tis  dangerous  to  offend  a  God 

Whose  power  and  vengeance  none  can  tell: 
One  stroke  of  his  almighty  rod 

Would  send  young  sinners  quick  to  hell. 

5  Then  'twould  for  ever  be  in  vain 

To  cry  for  pardon  and  for  grace  ; 
To  wish  I  had  my  time  again, 

Or  hope  to  see  my  Maker's  face.        watts, 

47  1.    ^  Child's  Prayer.    CM. 

1  Lord,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray, 

Thy  grace  betimes  impart. 
And  grant  thy  Holy  Spirit  may 
Renew  my  infant  heart. 

2  A  sinful  creature  I  was  born, 

And  always  from  thee  stray'd ; 
I  must  be  wretched  and  forlorn 
Without  thy  mercy's  aid. 


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40l)  CHILDHOOD    AND    YOUTH.  472 

3  But  Christ  can  all  my  sins  forgive, 

And  Avash  away  their  stain, 
Can  fit  my  soul  with  him  to  live, 
And  in  his  kingdom  reign. 

4  To  him  let  little  children  come, 

For  he  has  said  they  may  ; 
His  bosom  then  shall  be  their  home, 
Their  tears  he'll  wipe  away. 

5  For  all  who  early  seek  his  face 

Shall  surely  taste  his  love  ; 
Jesus  shall  guide  them  by  his  grace, 
To  dwell  with  him  above. 

472.   Child's  Morning  Song,   CM. 

1  My  God,  who  mak'st  the  sun  to  know 

His  proper  hour  to  rise, 
And  to  give  light  to  all  below. 
Dost  send  him  round  the  skies. 

2  When,  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 

His  morning  race  begins, 
He  never  tires,  nor  stops  to  rest. 
But  round  the  world  he  shines: 

3  So,  like  the  sun,  would  I  fulfil 

The  business  of  the  day  ; 
Begin  my  work  betimes,  and  still 
March  on  my  heavenly  way.       watts. 
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473,  474     CHILDHOOD    A.\D    YOUTH.  (402 

473.  For  Lord's  Day  Morning.  C.  M. 

1  This  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose 

So  early  from  the  dead  ; 
Why  should  I  keep  my  eyelids  clos'd, 
And  waste  my  hours  in  bed  ? 

2  This  is  the  day  when  Jesus  broke 

The  powers  of  death  and  hell, 
And  shall  I  still  wear  Satan's  yoke, 
And  love  my  suis  so  well  ? 

3  To-day  with  pleasure  christians  meet 

To  pray,  and  read  thy  word  ; 
And  I  would  go,  with  cheerful  fe^Xy 
To  learn  thy  will,  0  Lord. 

4  I'll  leave  the  world,  to  read  and  pray, 

And  so  prepare  for  heaven; 
0  I  may  I  love  this  blessed  day, 

The  best  of  all  the  seven.  waua.  . 

474.  Child's  Evening  Song.    CM. 

1  And  now  another  day  is  gone, 

I'll  sing  my  Maker's  praise ; 
My  comforts,  every  hour,  make  known 
His  providence  and  grace. 

2  But  how  my  childhood  runs  to  waste ! 

My  sins,  how  great  their  sum  ! 
Lord,  gi\e  me  pardon  for  the  past, 
And  strength  for  days  to  come.  J 


403)  CHILDHOOD    AND    YOUTH.  475 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 

Let  angels  guard  my  head, 
And  through  the  hours  of  darkness  keep 
Their  watch  around  my  bed. 

4  With  cheerful  heart  I  close  my  eyes, 

Since  thou  wilt  not  remove ; 
And  in  the  morning  let  me  rise 

Rejoicing  in  thy  love.       •  Watts. 

47  5.  Scriptures  a  Guide  for  Youth.  C.  M. 

1  How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts, 
I  To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth. 

How  pure  is  every  page  ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  Avell  support  our  age.  Watts. 


476,477     CHILDHOOD    AND    YOUTH.  (404 

4T6.    Youth  Invited  to  Christ.  CM. 

1  Ye  hearts  Avith  youthful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near ; 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  .Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  liigli, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  welfare  to  pursue. 

3  "The  soul  who  longs  to  see  my  face, 

"  Is  sure  my  love  to  gain ; 
"And  those  who  early  seek  my  grace, 
"Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

4  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compar'd  with  thee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see? 

5  Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
'Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice. 
And  here  true  bliss  I  find.      Doddridge. 

477,  Young  Persons  Entreated.  CM. 
1  Bestow,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth. 
The  gift  of  saving  grace  ; 
And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 


■»0j)  childhood  aa'd  youth.  478 

2  Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows, 

Of  pure  and  heav'nly  root ; 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 
And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

3  Ye  careless  ones,  0  hear  betimes 

The  voice  of  sovereign  love ! 
Your  youth  is  stain'd  with  many  crimes, 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 

4  True  you  are  young,  but  there  's  a  stone 

Within  the  youngest  breast, 
Or  half  the  crimes  which  you  have  done 
Would  rob  you  of  your  rest. 

5  For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made, 

Oh,  join  the  public  prayer  ! 

For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed, 

O  shed  yourselves  a  tear  ! 

6  AVe  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 

The  Spirit's  power  to  teach; 
You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 

That  Jesus  whom  we  preach.       Cowper. 

478.    Youth  Reminded  of  Death.    L.  M. 

1  Now,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
Remember  your  Creator,  God: 
Behold  tlie  months  come  hastening  on, 
When  you  sliall  say,  "My  joys  are  gone." 


479  CHILDHOOD    AND    YOL'TH.  (406 

2  Behold  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again  ; 
The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Ascends  to  God;  not  there  to  dwell. 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am ; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove. 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love.        Watts., 

479,    Youih  and  Judgment.   L.  M. 

1  Ye  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young. 
Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongue ; 
Taste  the  delights  your  souls  desire, 
And  give  a  loose  to  all  your  fire. 

2  Pursue  the  pleasures  you  design, 
And  cheer  your  hearts  with  songs  and  win« 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth — but  J^now, 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too  I 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts, 
His  book  records  your  secret  faults ; 
The  works  of  darkness- you  have  done 
Must  all  appear  before  the  sun. 


407)  CHILDHOOD    A.\D    YOUTH.  480 

4  The  vengeance  to  your  follies  due 
Should  strike  your  hearts  with  terror  through, 
How  will  you  stand  before  his  face, 

Or  answer  for  his  injur'd  grace  ? 

5  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  these  alluring  vanities ; 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  souls  to  fear  the  Lord.       Watts. 

480.    Prayer  of  a  Youth.    S.  M. 

1  With  humble  heart  and  tongue, 

My  God,  to  thee  I  pray; 
Oh,  make  me  learn,  while  I  am  young, 
How  I  may  cleanse  my  way. 

2  Make  an  unguarded  youth 

The  object  of  tliy  care ; 
Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
And  fly  from  every  snare. 

3  My  heart,  to  folly  prone, 

Renew  by  power  divine ; 
Unite  it  to  thyself  alone, 
And  make  me  wholly  thine. 

4  Oh,  let  thy  word  of  grace 

My  warmest  thoughts  employ; 
Be  this,  through  all  my  following  days, 
My  treasure  and  my  joy.  Watts. 


4t81  SEASONS    OF    THE    YEAR. 


(408 


SEASONS  OF   THE    YEAR. 


481.    Th^J^ew-Year.    7's. 

1  While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here : 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below:  . 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind ; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  : 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirit  raise; 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive. 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 
With  eternitv  in  view  : 


409)  SEASONS    OF    THE    YEAR.  482 

Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 
Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 

And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 
May  Ave  dwell  with  thee  above. 

Newton. 

482.    The  Opening  Year.    L.  M. 

1  Great  God,  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand : 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows ; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own: 
The  future,  all  to  us  tmknown. 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted,  or  depress'd, 

Be  thou  our  joy,  and  tliou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Ador'd  through  all  our  changing  days. 

5  When  death  shall  interrupt  these  songs, 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues. 
Our  helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust. 

In  better  \vorlds  our  souls  shall  boast. 

DodJrid're. 


483  SEASONS    OF    THE    YEAR.  (410 

483.   mw'Year,   5,  6. 

1  Come,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 

Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear ; 

His  adorable  will 

Let  us  gladly  fulfil. 

And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream ; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away ; 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 

The  arrow  is  flo•\^^], 

The  moment  is  gone, 

The  millenial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity  's  here. 

3  Oh,  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  say, 

"I  have  fought  my  way  through,    [do!" 
"I  have  finish'd  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to 

0  that  each  from  his  Lord 

May  receive  the  glad  word, 

"Well  and  faithfully  done, 
"Enter  into  my  joy  and  sit  down  on  my  throne  I" 

Htv.  Sncrn- 


l)  SEASONS    OF    THE    YEAR.     484,  485 

48 4o    The  Seasons.    L.  M. 

1  Eternal  Source  of  every  joy  ; 

Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ ; 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear 
To  hail  thee,  Sovereign  of  the  year. 

2  The  flowery  spring,  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air  and  paints  the  land ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine. 
To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

3  Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coasts  redundant  stores  ; 
And  winters,  soften'd  by  thy  care. 

No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

4  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise ; 

And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid. 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

Doddridge. 

485.   Autumn.   8,  7. 

1  See  the  leaves  around  us  falling, 

Dry  and  wither'd,  to  the  ground; 
Thus  to  thoughtless  mortals  calling, 
In  a  sad  and  solemn  sound : 

2  "Sons  of  Adam  (once  in  Eden, 

"Where,  like  us,  he  blighted  fell,) 
"Hear  the  lessons  we  are  reading, 
"'Tis,  alas  I  the  truih  we  tell: 


i86  SEASONS    OF    THE    YEAR.  (41S 

3  "  Youth,  on  length  of  days  presuming, 

"Who  the  paths  of  pleasure  tread, 
"View  us,  late  in  beauty  blooming, 
"Number'd  now  among  the  dead. 

4  "  What  though  yet  no  losses  grieve  you, 

"  Gay  with  health  and  many  a  grace ; 
"  Let  not  cloudless  skies  deceive  you  : 
"Summer  gives  to  autumn  place. 

5  "  Yearly  in  our  course  returning, 

"Messengers  of  shortest  stay, 
"  Thus  we  preach  this  truth  concerning — 
"Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  aAvay." 

6  On  the  tree  of  life  eternal, 

0  let  all  our  hopes  be  laid  I 
This  alone,  for  ever  vernal, 

Bears  a  leaf  that  shall  not  fade. 

Bishop  Home. 

486.   Close  of  the  Year.   C.  M. 

1  Awake,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes. 

And  raise  your  voices  high  ; 
Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  love 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near; 
Then  welcome,  each  declining  day  I 
Welcome,  each  closing  year  I 


413)  TIME.  487 

3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 
Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

.     4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course, 
Ye  mortal  powers,  decay ; 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day.  Dod.i ridge. 


TIME. 


487.   The  Time  is  Short.    C.  M. 

1  The  time  is  short !  the  season  near, 

When  death  will  us  remove. 
To  leave  our  friends,  however  dear, 
And  all  we  fondly  love. 

2  The  time  is  short !  sinners,  beware. 

Nor  trifle  time  away  ; 
The  word  of  great  salvation  hear 
While  it  is  call'd  to-day. 

3  The  time  is  short !  O  sinners,  now 

To  Christ  the  Lord  submit ; 
To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow, 
And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 


4-88  TIME.  (414 

4  The  time  is  short !  ye  saints,  rejoice — 

The  Lord  will  quickly  come ; 
Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 

5  The  time  is  short  !,it  swiftly  flies — 

The  hour  is  just  at  hand  ; 
Then  we  shall  mount  above  the  skies 
And  reach  the  wish'd-for  land. 

6  The  time  is  short  I  the  moment  near, 

When  we  shall  dwell  above, 
And  be  for  ever  happy  there, 
With  Jesus,  whom  we  love.  Hoskins. 


488.  Flight  of  Time.  7,  6. 

1  Time  is  Avinging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 

A  journey  to  the  tomb : 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms  ; 
All  that  's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Enclos'd  in  death's  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day — 
A  journey  to  the  tomb: 


5)  TIME.  489 

But  the  christian  shall  enjoy 
Health  and  beauty  soon  above, 

Far  beyond  the  Avoiid's  alloy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love.  Burton. 

489.    Shortness  of  Life.    C.  M. 

1  Time  I  what  an  empty  vapor  'tis  ! 

And  days,  how  swift  they  are  ! 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 
Or  like  a  shooting  star. 

2  The  present  moments  just  appear, 

Then  slide  away  in  haste ; 
That  we  can  never  say,  they  're  here. 
But  only  say,  they  'r»e  past. 

3  Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 

And  death  is  ever  nigh  ; 
The  moment  when  our  lives  begin, 
We  all  begin  to  die. 

4  Yet,  mighty  God  !  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  lasting  favors  share  ; 
Yet  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace 
Thou  load'st  the  rolling  year. 

5  'Tis  sov'reign  mercy  finds  us  food, 

And  we  are  cloth'd  with  love ; 
While  grace  stands  pointing  out  the  road 
That  leads  our  souls  above.  Watta. 


490  TIME.  (416 

490.    FraiUy  of  Life.    C.  M. 

1  Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 

And  liumbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 

As  months  and  days  increase  ; 
And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 

Whatever  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We  're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Infinite  joy,  or  endless  wo,  • 

Attends  on  every  breath ; 
And  yet,  how  unconcern 'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death ! 

6  Waken,  0  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense. 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 
And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

Mav  thev  be  found  with  God.  vvatts. 


417)  TIME.  491,  492 

491,  Frailty  of  Life.   L.  M. 

1  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away ;  our  life  's  a  dream ; 
An  empty  tale ;  a  morning  flower. 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 

2  Our  age  to  seventy  years  is  set : 

How  short  the  term  !  how  frail  the  state  ! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  sigh  and  groan,  than  live. 

3  But  0,  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years ; 

Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread : 
We  fear  the  power  that  strikes  us  dead. 

4  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  how  frail  is  man ! 
And, kindly  lengthen  out  our  span, 
Till  a  wise  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee.     Watts. 

492.  Frailty  of  Life,    S.  M. 

1  Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 

'  Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 

Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis. 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name ! 

2  Alas  !  'twas  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  first! 
And  every  month,  and  every  day, 
*Tis  mouldering  back  to  dust. 

27 


4>93  TIME.  (418 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  stay ; 
Just  like  a  flood  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly, 

"We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight ; 
We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  sooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempestuous  sea; 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity.  Wattt. 

493.    Warning  from  the  Tomb.    CM. 

1  Hark  !  from  the  tombs,  a  doleful  ^ound  I 

Mine  ears  attend  the  cry  : 
"Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
"Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  "Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

"In  spite  of  all  your  towers ; 
"  The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head 
"Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure  ! 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepar'd  no  more  I 


419)  TIME.  491 

4  Grant  us  the  powers  of  quickening  grace, 
To  fit  our  souls  to  fly ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky.  Watu. 

494.  Life,  the  Day  of  Grace.  L.  M 

1  Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward  ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  bum, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  given 
To  escape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaven; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 

Their  memory  and  their  sense  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  lost. 
Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust ; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that 's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun. 

5  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue : 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 


495, 496  TIME.  (4i^ 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pass'cl 
In  the  cold  grave,  to  which  we  haste  ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there.  Watts. 

495.  Life  the  only  accepted  Time.  L.  M. 

1  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given ; 
But  soon,  ah  soon  !  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  bless'd  the  day  ! 

How  sweet  the  Gospel's  charming  sound  I 
Come,  sinners,  haste.  Oh  haste  away. 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  v/ing. 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave ; 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 

Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies.     Dwigbt. 

496.  Chrisfs  Presence  in  Death.    L.  M. 
1  Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? 

What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are  ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 


I 


42l)  TIME.  497 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away  ; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  0  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head. 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

Watts. 

497.   Death  Welcome,    ll's. 

1  I  would  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes— full  enough  for  its 

cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fetter'd  by  sin ; 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within  : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway;  no — welcome  the  tomb. 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom ; 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 


498,  499  TIME.  (422 

4  Who,  who  would  live  al  way,  away  from  his  God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  : 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet ; 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet, 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll. 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  i^s  the  feast  of  the  soul ! 

Epis.  Col. 

498.    Passing  through  Life.    CM. 

1  We  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies, 

In  everlasting  day ; 
Through  floods  and  flames  the  passage  lies, 
But  Jesus  guards  the  way. 

2  The  swelling  flood  and  raging  flame 

Hear  and  obey  his  word ; 
Then  let  us  triumph  in  his  name, 
Our  Saviour  is  the  Lord. 

499.  Serious  Prospect  of  Eternity.   8,  6. 

1  Lo  I  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  tmbounded  seas  I  stand  ; 

Yet  how  insensible ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell  I 


TIME.  499 

2  Oh  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  in  my  thoughtless  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late : 

"Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar; 
And  tell  me.  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear. 

To  make  my  calling  sure  I 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil. 
And  sufier  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure ! 

5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ; 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight. 

And  everlasting  love  I  Wesioy. 


500,501  DEATH.  (484 

500.  Eternity.   L.M. 

1  Eternity  is  just  at  hand  ! 

And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing"  sand, 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  But  an  eternity  there  is, 

Of  endless  wo  or  endless  bliss ; 
And  swift  as  time  fulfils  its  round. 
We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

3  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind  ! 
They're  gone !  but  where  ? — ah,  pause  and  see. 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity. 

4  Sinner,  canst  thou  for  ever  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell ; 

And  is  death  nothing,  then,  to  thee, 
Death,  and  a  dread  eternity  ? 


DEATH 


501.   Death  and  Eternity.  CM. 

1  Stoop  down,  my  thoughts,  that  us'd  to  rise, 
Converse  awhile  with  death ; 
Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 


425)  DEATH.  502 

2  But  oh,  the  soul,  that  neVer  dies ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wondrous  way  ! 

3  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell 

It  mounts,  triumphing  there  ; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  despair. 

4  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
Oh,  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  safe  above  ! 

5  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 

My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 
And  my  flesh  Avaits  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  my  dust.  w.itts, 

502.   Death  of  a  Young  Person.   C.  M. 

1  When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 

By  death's  resistless  hand. 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

Oh,  may  this  truth,  impress'd 
With  awful  power,  ^'I  too  must  die," 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 


503  DEATH.  (426 

3  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obey ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

4  Oh,  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave.        stede. 

503.    Death  of  a  Sinner.    C.  M. 

1  Death  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 

To  those  that  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  soul  is  forc'd  away 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heaven  she  lifts  her  eyes ; 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  skies, 
To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell ; 

Let  stubborn  sinners  fear ; 
You  must  be  driven  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  FOR  EVER  there  I 

4  Prepare  me.  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 

Then  come  the  joyful  day, 
Come  death,  and  some  celestial  band 
-     To  bear  my  soul  away.  Watu. 


427)  DEATH.  504 

504.  Death  of  the  Sinner  and  the  Saint. 
L.  M. 

1  What  scenes  of  horror  and  of  dread 
Await  the  smner's  dying  bed  I 
Death's  terrors  all  appear  in  sight, 
Presages  of  eternal  night ! 

2  His  sins  in  dreadful  order  rise, 
And  fill  his  soul  with  sad  surprise  ; 
Mount  Sinai's  thunders  stun  his  ears, 
And  not  one  ray  of  hope  appears. 

3  Tormenting  pangs  distract  his  breast ; 
Where'er  he  turns  he  finds  no  rest : 

Death  strikes  the  blow — he  groans  and  cries, 
And,  in  despair  and  horror — dies. 

4  Not  so  the  heir  of  heavenly  bliss : 
His  soul  is  fiU'd  with  conscious  peace ; 
A  steady  faith  subdues  his  fear  ; 

He  sees  the  happy  Canaan  near. 

5  His  mind  is  tranquil  and  serene. 
No  terrors  in  his  looks  are  seen  ; 

His  Saviour's  smile  dispels  the  gloom. 
And  smooths  his  passage  to  the  tomb, 

6  Lord,  make  my  faith  and  love  sincere, 
My  judgment  sound,  my  conscience  clear  ; 
And  when  the  toils  of  life  are  past. 

May  I  be  found  in  peace  at  last.  Fawcett. 


505 


DEATH. 


(423 


505*    Simeon:  or  Happy  Death.    CM. 

1  Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 

As  happy  Simeon  came  ; 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here— 
0  make  our  joys  the  same  ! 

2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When,  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms, 
He  clasp'd  the  holy  Child. 

3  "NoTv- 1  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cried ; 

"Behold  thy  servant  dies  : 
"I've  seen  thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 
"And  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  "This  is  the  Light  prepar'd  to  shine 

"Upon  the  Gentile  lands; 
"Thine  Israel's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
"To  break  their  slavish  bands." 

5  Jesus,  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpow'ring  charms ! 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then,  while  ye  hear  my  heart-strings  break, 

How  sweet  my  minutes  roll ! 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek. 

And  glory  in  mv  soul !  Watta. 


<29)  DEATH.  506,  507 

506.    Victory  over  Death.   C.  M. 

1  0  for  an  overcoming  faith 

To  cheer  my  dying  hom-s, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monster,  death, 
And  all  his  frightful  powers. 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 

My  quivering  lips  should  sing, 
"Where  is  thy  boasted  victory,  grave? 
"And  where  the  monster's  sting?" 

Watts. 

507.  Death  and  Glory.   C.  M 

1  My  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day. 

And  think  how  near  it  stands. 
When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

2  Oh !  could  we  die  with  those  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  stead, 
Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converse  with  the  dead  : 

3  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above 

In  their  own  glorious  forms. 
And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

4  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 

Before  the  summons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wish  our  souls  away 
To  their  eternal  bome.  '  -vvattg. 


508,  509  DEATH.  (430 

508«  Righteous  Blessed  in  Death.  L.  M. 

1  How  bless'd  the  righteous  when  he  dies  I 

When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest : 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast  I 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er : 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day ; 
So  dies  the  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  ; 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  unfetter 'd  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ! 
How  bright  th' unchanging  morn  appears; 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

5  Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies. 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"  How  bless'd  the  righteous  when  he  dies  !'* 

Barbauld. 

'    509.   Flight  to  Heaven.    8,  7. 
1  What  is  life  ?  'tis  but  a  vapor ; 
Soon  it  vanishes  away: 
Life  is  but  a  dying  taper ; 

0  my  soul,  why  wish  to  stay  ? 


DEATH.  510 

Why  not  spread  thy  wings  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy  ? 
See  that  glory,  how  resplendent ! 

Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints  ; 
There,  in  majesty  transcendent, 

Jesus  reigns  the  King  of  saints : 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 
Joyful  crowds  his  throne  surrounding, 

Sing  with  rapture  of  his  love  ; 
Through  the  heav'ns  his  praises  sounding, 

Filling  all  the  courts  above : 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 
Go  and  share  his  people's  glory. 

Mid  the  ransom'd  crowd  appear ; 
Thine  's  a  joyful,  wondrous  story, 

One  that  angels  love  to  hear  : 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy.  KeUy. 

510.  The  dying  Christian.  7,8. 

1  Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  ! 
Quit,  0  quit  this  mortal  frame  ! 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying : 
0,  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 


511  DEATH.  (432 

2  Hark  !  they  whisper  !  angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit,  come  away  I" 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  ? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears  ! 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes  I  my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings!  I  mount!  I  fly! 
0  grave,  where  is  thy  victory ! 

0  death,  where  is  thy  sting!        popc. 

511.   Dying  Believer  to  his  Soul.  7's. 

1  Deathless  principle,  arise; 
Soar,  thou  native  of  the  skies; 
Pearl  of  price,  by  Jesus  bought, 
To  his  glorious  likeness  wrought, 
Go,  to  shine  before  his  throne, 
Deck  his  mediatorial  crown  : 
Go,  his  triumphs  to  adorn  ; 
Born  of  God — to  God  return. 

2  Lo  !  he  beckons  from  on  high. 
Fearless,  to  his  presence  fly  : 
Thine  the  merit  of  his  blood, 
Thine  the  righteousness  of  God. 


'*33)  DEATH.  512 

Angels,  joyful  to  attend, 
Hovering  round  thy  pillow  bend ; 
Wait  to  catch  the  signal  given, 
And  escort  thee  quick  to  heaven. 
3  Shudder  not  to  pass  the  stream, 
Venture  all  thy  care  on  Him, 
Him,  whose  dying  love  and  power 
Still'd  its  tossing,  hush'd  its  roar. 
Safe  is  the  expanded  wave, 
Gentle  as  a  summer's  eve ; 
Not  one  object  of  his  care 
Ever  suffer'd  shipwreck  there.    Topiady. 

512.    The  Departing  Saint.    8,  7. 

1  Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 

All  thy  mourning  days  below; 
Go,  by  angel-guards  attended. 
To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go  ! 

2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  Spirit, 

Lo  !  the  Saviour  stands  above, 
Shows  the  glory  of  his  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

3  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast, 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, 
To  his  everlasting  rest. 

23 


513,514  DEATH.  (431 

4  For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 
Bear  a  momentary  pain  ; 
Die,  to  live  the  life  of  glory — 
Suj0fer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

C.  Wesley. 

513.   Dying. in  the  Lord.   CM. 

1  Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims 

For  all  the  pious  dead  ! 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest ; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  sufF'ring  and  from  sin  releas'd, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They're  present  with  the  Lord : 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward.  Watts. 

51-4.    The  Dying  Infant.  8,7. 

"  Let  me  go,  for  the  day  breaketli." 

1  Cease  here  longer  to  detain  me, 
Fondest  mother,  drown 'd  in  wo ; 
Now  thy  kind  caresses  pain  me, 
Morn  advances — let  me  go. 


435)  DEATH.  514, 

2  See  yon  orient  streak  appearing  ! 

Harbinger  of  endless  day ; 
Hark  !  a  voice,  the  darkness  cheering, 
Calls  my  new-born  soul  away  I 

3  Lately  launch'd,  a  trembling  stranger, 

On  the  world's  wild  boisterous  flood ; 
Pierc'd  with  sorrows,  toss'd  with  danger, 
Gladly  I  return  to  God. 

4  Now  my  cries  shall  cease  to  grieve  thee, 

Now  my  trembling  heart  find  rest : 
Kinder  arms  than  thine  receive  me, 
Softer  pillow  than  thy  breast. 

5  Weep  not  o'er  these  eyes  that  languish, 

Upward  turning  tow'rd  their  home: 
Raptured,  they  '11  forget  all  anguish. 
While  they  wait  to  see  thee  come. 

6  There,  my  mother,  pleasures  centre- 

Weeping,  parting,  care,  or  wo 
Ne'er  our  Father's  house  shall  enter- 
Morn  advances — let  me  go. 

7  As  through  this  calm,  this  holy  dawning, 

Silent  glides  my  parting  breath 
To  an  everlasting  morning, 
Gently  close  my  eyes  in  death. 


515  DEATH.  (436 

8  Blessings  endless,  richest  blessings, 

Pour  their  stream  upon  thy  heart  I 
(Though  no  language  yet  possessing,) 
Breathes  my  spirit,  ere  we  part. 

9  Yet  to  leave  thee  sorrowing  rends  me, 

Though  again  his  voice  I  hear: 
Rise,  may  every  grace  attend  thee ; 
Rise  !  and  seek  to  meet  me  there. 

Cecil. 

515,  Moment  after  Death.   C.  M. 

1  In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 

The  moment  after  death  ; 
The  glories  that  surround  a  saint 
When  yielding  up  his  breath. 

2  One  gentle  sigh  his  fetters  breaks, 

We  scarce  can  say,  "He  's  gone  !" 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Its  mansion  near  the  throne. 

3  Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail, 

To  trace  the  spirit's  flight ; 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  vail 
Which  hides  the  world  of  light. 

4  Thus  much  (and  this  is  all)  we  know, 

Saints  are  completely  blest ; 
Have  done  with  sm,  and  care,  and  wo, 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest : 


I 


137)  DEATH.  516,517 

5  On  harps  of  gold  they  praise  his  name, 
His  face  they  always  view  ; 
Then  let  us  followers  be  of  them, 

That  we  may  praise  him  too.        Newton. 

516.  The  Grave.   L.  M. 

1  The  grave  is  now  a  favor 'd  spot 

To  saints  who  sleep  in  Jesus  bless'd, 
For  there  the  wicked  trouble  not. 
And  there  the  weary  are  at  rest : 

2  At  rest  in  Jesus'  faithful  arms ; 

At  rest,  as  in  a  peaceful  bed; 
Secure  from  all  the  dreadful  storms 

Which  round  this  sinful  world  are  spread. 
.3  Thrice  happy  souls,  who  're  gone  before 
To  that  inheritance  divine  ! 
They  labor,  sorrow,  sigh  no  more, 
But  bright  in  endless  glory  shine. 
4  Then  let  our  mournful  tears  be  drv, 
Or  in  a  gentle  measure  floAv; 
We  hail  them  happy  in  the  sky, 
And  joyful  wait  our  call  to  go. 

517.  The  Tomb.    L.  M. 
1  Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 


518  DEATH.  (438 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds.    No  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept :  God's  dying  Son 

Pass'd  through  the  grave,  and  blest  the  bed : 
,    Rest  here,  bless'd  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  bis  throne,  illustrious  morn; 

Attend,  0  earth  !  his  sov'reign  word  ; 
Restore  thy  trust — a  glorious  form — 
Call'd  to  ascend  and  meet  the  Lord. 

Watts. 

518.    Death  of  Pious  Friends.   C!  M. 

1  Take  comfort,  christians,  when  your  friends 

In  Jesus  fall  asleep ; 
Their  better  being  never  ends  ; 
Then  why  dejected  weep  ? 

2  Why  inconsolable,  as  those 

To  whom  no  hope  is  given? 

Death  is  the  messenger  of  peace, 

And  calls  the  soul  to  heaven. 

3  As  Jesus  died,  and  rose  again. 

Victorious  from  the  dead  ; 
So  his  disciples  rise  and  reign 
With  their  triumphant  Head. 


DEATH.  519 

4  A  few  short  years  of  evil  past, 
We  reach*  the  happy  shore, 
Where  death-divided  friends  at  last 
Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

Scotch  Par. 

519.    Burial  of  Friends.    CM. 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 

To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 

To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 

And  left  a  long  perfume. 

The  graves  of  all  the  saints  he  blest, 

And  soften'd  every  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest. 

But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 

Thence  he  arose,  ascended  high, 
And  show'd  our  feet  the  way : 

Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 


520,  521  ijEATH.  (440 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 
And  bid  our  kindred  rise  : 
Awake,  ye  nations,  under  ground  ; 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies.         vvatts. 

520.  Funeral  of  a  Departed  Saint.  12,. 11. 

1  Thou  art  gone  lo  the  grave  ;  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee, 

Though  sorrow  and  darkness  encompass  the  tomb: 
The  Saviour  hath  pass'd  through  its  portals  before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave:  we  no  longer  behold  thee, 

-Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by  thv  side  • 

But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold  thee  • 

And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Saviour  hath  died.' 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave:  and  its  mansion  forsaking 

Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  lin?er'd  long-        ' 

But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beam'd  bright^on  thy  wJking 

And  the  sound  thou  did.t  hear  was  the  seraphim's  song.' 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee, 

Since  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  Guardian  and  Guide- 
He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will  restore  thee. 
And  dearth  has  no  sting  since  the  Saviour  hath  die'd. 

Hcber. 

521.  Parting  with  Friends.  6,  8. 
1  Friend  after  friend  departs ; 
Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 

That  finds  not  here  an  end : 
Were  this  frail  world  our  final  rest, 
Living  or  dj'ing,  none  were  blest. 


441)  DEATH.  522, 

2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  the  reign  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime, 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath ; 
Nor  life's  affections  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upAvards  and  expire. 

3  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown — 
A  long  eternity  of  love, 

Form'd  for  the  good  alone; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  glorious  sphere. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines. 

Till  all  are  pass'd  away  •, 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines, 

To  pure  and  perfect  day : 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night, 
But  hide  themselves  in  heav'n's  o^vn  light. 

Montgomery. 

522.     The  Tolling  Bell.     L.  M. 

1  Oft  as  the  bell  with  solemn  toll 
Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul, 
Let  each  one  ask  himself,  "  Am  I 

"  Prepar'd,  should  I  be  call'd  to  die  ? 

2  "  Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath 

"  Preserves  me  from  the  jaws  of  death ; 
"  Soon  as  it  fails,  .it  cace  I'm  gone, 
"And  plung'd  into  a  world  unknown." 


523  DEATH.  (4« 

3  Lord  Jesus  !  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  seek  my  hope  alone  in  thee ; 
Apply  thy  blood,  thy  Spirit  give, 
Subdue  my  sins  and  let  me  live. 

4  Then  when  the  solemn  bell  I  hear, 
If  sav'd  from  guilt,  I  need  not  fear ; 
Nor  would  the  thought  distressing  be, 
Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  for  me.    Newtou. 

523*   Death  and  the  Resurrection.   S.  M. 

1  And  must  this  body  die  ? 

This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay? 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh ; 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes, 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God  ray  Redeemer  lives, 

And  often  from  the  skies 
Looks  do^vn  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace; 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine; 
And  ev'ry  shape,  and  ev'ry  face. 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 


443)  JUDGMENT.  524,  525 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jesus'  dying  love; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  pow'r  above.  Watts. 


JUDOMENT 


524.    The  Resurrection.    7's. 

1  Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb, 
Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom ; 

Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies, 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  ! 

2  Christians  I  dry  your  floAving  tears, 
Chase  those  unbelieving  fears ; 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 

3  Ye  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scatter'd  shade ; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away; 

See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay.      Coiiyer. 

525.    The  Resurrection.   C.  M. 
1  Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path, 
Amid  the  deepening  gloom. 
We,  soldiers  of  an  injur'd  King, 
Are  marchinsr  to  the  tomb. 


526  JUDGMENT.  (444 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  powers  decay, 
Our  cold  remains,  in  solitude, 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  These  ashes  poor,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep. 
Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

5  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  burst 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 

H.  K.  White. 

526.    The  Wreck  of  A^ature.    L.  M. 

1  How  great,  how  terrible  that  God, 
Who  shakes  creation  with  his  nod  I 

He  frowns — earth,  sea,  all  nature's  frame 
Sink  in  one  universal  flame. 

2  Where  now,  0  where  shall  smners  seek 
For  shelter  in  the  general  wreck  ? 
Shall  falling  rocks  be  o'er  them  thrown  ? 
See  rocks,  like  snow,  dissolving  down. 


445)  JUDGMENT.  527 

3  In  vaiu  for  mercy  now  they  cry ; 
In  lakes  of  liquid  fire  they  lie; 
There  on  the  flaming  billows  toss'd, 
For  ever — oh,  for  ever  lost ! 

4  But  saints,  undaunted  and  serene, 

Your  eyes  shall  view  the  dreadful  scene  ; 
Your  Saviour  lives,  while  worlds  expire, 
And  earth  and  skies  dissolve  in  fire. 

5  Jesus,  the  helpless  creature's  friend. 
To  thee  my  all  I  dare  commend  ; 
Thou  canst  preserve  my  feeble  soul 
When  lightnings  blaze  from  pole  to  pole. 

Davies. 

527.   The  Bay  of  Judgment.  C.  M. 

1  That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys. 

Thou  Sov'reign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  1  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "Depart."' 

3  The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 

Would  so  distress  my  ear, . 
*Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormentinff  fear. 


528  JUDGMENT.  (446 

4  What,  to  be  banish'd  for  my  life, 

Arid  yet  forbid  to  die  I 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  for  ever  fly  ! 

5  Oh !  wretched  state  of  deep  despair; 

To  see  my  God  remove. 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

6  Oh  !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands.        Watts, 

528.    The  Judgment.   C.  M. 

1  The  Lord,  the  Judge>  before  his  throne 

Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh. 
The  nations  near  the  rising  sun. 
And  near  the  western  sky. 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 

"  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin ;" 
No  more  abuse  his  long  delay 
.  To  impudence  and  sin. 

3  Throned  on  a  cloud  our  God  shall  come, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way ; 
Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 


447)  JUDG^IEXT.  529 

4  Heaven  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear 
His  justice,  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  saints,"  he  cries, 

"  That  made  their  peace  with  God 
"By  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice, 
"And  seal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  "  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light, 

"Shall  make  the  world  confess 
"  My  sentence  of  reward  is  right, 

"And  heaven  adore  my  grace."  Watts. 

529*  Christ  Coming  to  Judgment,  L.  M. 

1  He  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
Praise  him  in  evangelic  strains; 

Let  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice, 
And  distant  islands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counsels  and  unknown ! 
But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne  ; 
Though  gloomy  clouds  his  way  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes; 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs ; 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 


530  JUDGMENT.  (448 

4  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 

Fly  from  the  sight,  and  shun  the  day  ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 

\Vu)ls. 

530.  Christ  Coming  to  Judgment.  8,7,4-. 

1  Lo  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  fav'or'd  sinners  slain  I 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Jesus  now  shall  ever  reign  I 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty: 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  great  Messiah  see  I 

3  Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain. 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away : 

All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 

Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  : 

Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment,  come  away  ! 

4  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ! 
All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air ! 


JUDGMENT.  531 

Hallelujah ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear !        Oliver. 


531.    Christ  in  Judgment.   8,  7,  4. 

1  Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! 

Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  ! 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound  ! 

2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd  m  majesty  divine  ! 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing 
Then  shall  say,  "This  God  is  mine." 

Gracious  Saviour, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine ! 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee  : 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Horrors,  past  imagination. 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart, 
,  When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 
"Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart: 

"Thou  with  Satan 
"And  his  angels  have  thy  part !" 
^  29 


532  JUDGMENT.  (450 

5  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Lov'd  and  serv'd  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "  Come  near,  ye  blessed, 
"  See  the  kingdom  I  bestoAV  ; 

"You,  for  ever, 
"Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

6  Under  sorrows  and  reproaches. 

May  this  thought  our  courage  raise, 
Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches — 
Sighs  shall  then  be  chang'd  to  praise : 

We  shall  triumph 
When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze.      Newton. 

532*    The  Sinner  in  Judgment.    8,  7,  4. 

1  See  the  Eternal  Judge  descending ! 

View  him  seated  on  his  throne  I 
Now,  poor  sinner,  now  lamenting, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom — 

Trumpets  call  thee ! 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 

Fill'd  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain, 
While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again : 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again: 


451)  ETERNITY.  533 

3  "  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

"  With  the  marks  of  dying  love ; 
"  Oh,  that  I  had  sought  his  favor, 
"When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move — 

"  Golden  moments, 
"When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move." 

4  Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder  I 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part : 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "Depart !" 

Lost  for  ever  ! 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "Depart !" 


E  TE  RNIT Y 


533*    Life  and  Death  Eternal.    S.  M. 

1  0  where  shall  rest  be  found — 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole : 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 


534'  ETERNITY.  (452 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasur'd  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
O  "what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  "  the  second  death  !" 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  banish 'd  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone.         MontgomeiT. 

534.    The  Second  Death.    CM. 

1  Far  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day 

Those  gloomy  regions  lie, 
Where  flames  amid  the  darkness  play— 
The  worm  shall  never  die. 

2  The  breath  of  God,  his  angry  breath. 

Supplies  and  fans  the  fire ; 
There  sinners  taste  the  second  death, 
And  would,  but  can't,  expire. 

3  Conscience,  the  never-dying  worm, 

With  torture  gnaws  the  heart ; 
And  wo  and  wrath,  in  every  form, 
Is  now  the  sinner's  part. 


I 


453)  ETERNITY.  535 

4  Sad  world,  indeed  ;  ah,  who  can  bear 
For  ever  there  to  dwell — 
For  ever  sinking  in  despair, 
In  all  the  deeps  of  hell !  Brown. 

535.  Death  in  Prospect  of  Heaven.  C.  M. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea ; 
And  linger,  shivering,  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise. 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ! 


536  ETERNITY.  (454 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood. 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream  nor  death's  cold  flood 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore.       Watts. 

536.    Longing  to  be  with  Christ.    8's. 

1  To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 

My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone ; 
Oh  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 

2  My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love, 

AVhom  not  having  seen,  I  adore. 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
All  glory,  dominion,  and  power  : 

3  Dissolve  thou  the  bands  that  detain  , 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee ; 

0  strike  off  the  adamant  chain. 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

4  Then  that  happy  era  begins 

When  array'd  m  thy  glory  I  shine, 
And  no  longer  pierce  with  my  sins 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline. 

5  0  then  shall  the  veil  be  removed. 

And  round  me  thy  brightness  be  poured 

1  shall  see  Him  whom  absent  I  loved, 

Whom  not  having  seen,  I  adored. 

Cowpel 


455)  ETERNITY.  537,  538 

537.  The  Heavenly  Rest  8,6. 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wanderers  given ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 

'Tis  found  above — in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven ; 
When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  e^'-e 

To  brighter  prospects  given, 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly. 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There,  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  : 
There  joys  divine  disperse  the  gloom; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb, 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

538.  Pleasures  Unseen.  C.  M. 

1  Oh,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 
Above  these    gloomy  shades, 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 


53P  ETERNITY.  (456 

2  There  joys,  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
la  ever-blooming  prospect  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

3  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine 

To  guide  our  upward  aim ! 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise 
To  those  bright  scenes  where  pleasures  spring 
Immortal  in  the  skies.  Steele. 

539.    The  Promised  Land.    CM. 

1  Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night, 

Unbounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unkno^vn  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair  distant  land  !  could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  charms  explore. 

How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 

And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  ! 

3  There  pain  and  sickness  never  come ; 

There  grief  no  more  complains  ; 
Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  purest  pleasure  reigns. 


457)  ETERNITY.  540 

4  No  cloud  those  blissful'  regions  know, 

For  ever  bright  and  fair  ; 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  wo, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

5  There  no  alternate  night  is  known, 

Nor  sun's  faint  sickening  ray  ; 
But  glory,  from  the  eternal  throne, 
Spreads  everlasting  day.  Steele. 

540.   Joys  of  Heaven.    C.  M. 

1  Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart, 

Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue  ; 
And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  song. 

2  Sorrow,  and  pain,  and  tears,  and  care, 

And  discord,  there  shall  cease; 
And  perfect  joy,  and  love  sincere. 
Adorn  the  realms  of  peace. 

3  There,  on  a  throne  of  radiant  light, 

The  exalted  Saviour  shines, 
And  beams  ineffable  delight 
On  all  the  heavenly  minds. 

4  There  shall  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 

Join  in  immortal  songs. 
And  endless  honors  to  his  name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 


541  ETERNITY.  (458 

5  Lord,  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  love, 
Our  feeble  notes  inspire, 
Till  in  thy  blissful  courts  above 

We  join  the  angelic  choir.  Steele. 

541.    Heaven.    CM. 

1  Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard. 

Nor  sense  nor  reason  kno^vn. 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepar'd 
For  those  who  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come  : 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace ; 

No  wanton  lips  nor  envious  eye 

Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life. 

There  all  their  names  are  found  ; 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  shall  strive 
To  tread  the  heav'nlv  ground.     Watts. 


59)  ETERNITY.  542 

542.   Joys  of  Heavm.   L.  M. 

1  Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove, 

Stoop  down,  and  take  us  on  thy  wmgs; 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things : 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky. 

Up  where  eternal  ages  roll ; 
Where  solid  pleasures  never  die. 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  0  for  a  sight,  a  blissful  sight 

Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  sits  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  light, 
Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  saints  aroimd  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall ; 
The  G-od  shines  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all ! 

5  0  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 

While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing ; 
And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill. 

And  spread  the  triumphs  of  their  King ! 

6  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear. 

That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above ; 
And  stand  and  bow  among  them  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  sing,  and  love  ? 

Watts. 


543,  544  ETERNITY.  (460 

543.   Heaven.  L.  M. 

1  What  sinners  value,  I  resign; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine : 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life  's  a  dream,  an  empty  show; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

3  0  glorious  hour !  0  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  G-od  ! 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise.         Waits. 

544o   Panting  for  Heaven.    8's. 

1  Ye  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne, 

And  view  my  Immanuel's  face. 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known ; 

Tune,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise: 
He  form'd  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good  ; 
When  others  sunk  down  iu  despair, 

Confirm'd  by  his  power,  ye  stood. 


461)  ETERNITY.  544 

2  Ye  saints,  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet, 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 

And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat : 
He  snatch 'd  you  from  hell  and  the  grave — 

He  ransom'd  from  death  and  despair  ; 
For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, 

Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

3  Oh,  when  will  the  period  appear 

When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song  ? 
I'm  weary  of  lingering  here. 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong  ! 
I'm  fetter'd  and  chain'd  up  in  clay ; 

I  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free  ; 
I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 

My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see  ! 

4  I  want  to  put  on  my  attire, 

Wash'd  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 
I  want  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name : 
I  want — Oh,  I  want  to  be  there. 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu — 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share — 

To  wonder,  and  worship  with  you ! 

M.  De  Fleury. 


545,  546  ETERNITY.  (462 

545*    The  Heavenly  Jerusalem.    C.  M. 

1  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  I 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates -behold? 
Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong. 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  0,  Avhen,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend. 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden  bloom. 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know : 
Bless'd  seats !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end. 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see.  c.  Wesley. 

546.   Rapture  of  Heaven.    7's. 
1  High  in  yonder  realms  of  light 
Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above, 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 
Happy  in  Iramanuel's  love. 


463)  ETERNITi'.  546 

Pilgrims  iii  this  vale  of  tears, 
Once  they  knew,  like  us  below. 

Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 
Torturing  pain,  and  heavy  wo. 

2  Oft  the  big  unbidden  tear, 

Stealing  down  the  furrowed  cheek, 
Told,  in  eloquence  sincere. 

Tales  of  avo  they  could  not  speak : 
But  these  days  of  weeping  o'er. 

Past  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 
They  shall  feel  distress  no  more, 

Never — never  weep  again. 

3  'Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

'Mid  th'  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark — their  songs  melodious  rise. 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love  ! 
Happy  spirits  !  ye  are  fled. 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find ; 
Lulled  to  rest  the  aching  head, 

Soothed  the  anguish  of  the  mind. 

4  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturbed  repose — 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene. 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows  ! 
Every  tear  is  wiped  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast, 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 

Sorrow  in  eternal  rest.  Raffles. 


A 


547  ETERNITY.  (464 

547.    The  Everlasting  So?ig.    C.  M. 

1  Earth  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long; 

'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blest  man,  my  Saviour,  sits : 

The  God  I  how  bright  he  shines  ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains. 

Circle  the  throne  around ; 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs; 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing  I 
Jesus,  the  life  of  all  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  ev'ry  string. 

5  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too ; 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, 
Here  's  joyful  work  for  you. 

6  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 

And  so  my  soul  should  rise ; 
Oh,  for  some  heav'nly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  skies.  Watts. 


465)  CLOSE    OF    WORSHIP.  548,  549 

€I.OSE   OF   ^YORSHIF. 


548.    Dismission.    8,7,4. 

1  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace, 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace : 

O  refresh  us ! 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration. 

For  thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound; 
May  the  fruits  of  ihy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  'lives  abound : 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal  's  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away ; 
Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumbrous  clay, 

May  we,  ready, 
Rise,  and  reign  in  endless  day ! 

549.   Dismission.   8,  7. 

1  May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor. 
Rest  upon  us  from  above: 

2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord; 

And  possess,  in  sweet  comm_union, 

Jovs  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

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DOXOLOGIES.  C4GG 

DOXOLOGIES. 

L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 

Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  criven, 
Bv  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  fiow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatiares  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holv  Ghost. 

C.  M. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 

Or  saint.s  to  love  the  Lord. 

S.  M. 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne, 

And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 

And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 

H,  M. 

To  God  the  Father's  throne, 

Perpetual  honors  raise ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son ; 

To  God  the  Spirit  praise. 
With  all  our  powers,  Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  "While  faith  adores. 
Ts. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father.  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


46?') 


TUNE  S. 


L.3I. 

Alfreton. 

Rath. 

Bridg^ewater. 

I'rookfield. 

Cnstle-street. 

Duke-streel. 

Eaton,  6  lines. 

Effingham. 

Forest. 

German  Air. 

Hebron. 

Kingsbridge. 

Loving-kiudncss 

Luton. 

jMonniouth. 

New  Sabltath. 

(ild  Hundred, 

Park-sireet. 

I'iiesgrove. 

Pleyel's. 

P  Ttugal. 

Quito. 

Rothwell. 

Sl  Peter's 

Slioel. 

Sterling. 

StoneScld. 

Surry. 

ITxbridge. 

Ward. 

Wells. 

Winchester. 

Windham. 

c.  m. 

Alexandria. 
'         Arlington. 

lialerma. 
j  hangor. 

I  IV.rbv. 

I         IJ^df.^rd. 


Brainlrce. 

Brattle-street. 

Canterbury. 

Cambridge. 

Chester. 

China. 

Christmas. 

Clarendon. 

Colchester. 

Coronation. 

Devizes. 

Dundee. 

Henry. 

Lanesboro'. 

London. 

Mear. 

Melody. 

Ortonville. 

Peterboro'. 

Pisgah. 

Reading. 

Remembrance, 

Rochester. 

St.  Ann's. 

St.  Marlin's. 

Stephen's. 

Swanwick. 

Warwick. 

Windsor. 

Woodstock. 

§.  M. 

Aylesbury. 

Boylston. 

Dover. 

Frooine. 

Golden  Hill. 

Lisbon. 

Little  Marlboro' 

Olmutz. 

St.  Thomas. 

Shirlaud. 

Sicilv. 


Sdver-street. 
Watchman. 

Hal.  M. 

Bethesda. 
Haddam. 
Lenox. 
Weymouth. 

li.  P.  M. 

j  Newcourt^ 
I  St.  Helen's, 

Sevens. 

Benevento,  8  lines. 
i  Hotham,  S  lines. 
Mount  Calvary,  6  1. 
Norwich  4  lines. 
Nuremburg,  4  lilies, 
Ple5'ers,  4  lines. 
Rock  of  Ages,  6  1. 
Sovereign  grace,4l. 
Turin,  6  lines. 
Wilmot,  4  lines. 

8,7. 
Bartimeus. 
Dismission. 
Greenville. 
Sicilian. 
Wilmot. 

8,  7,  *. 
Calvary. 
Greenville. 
Helinsley. 
Littleton. 
Oliphant. 
Taniw'orlh. 
Zion.    . 


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TUNES. 


PECULIAR   METRES. 


18'8.     The  voice  of  free  grace,  !i.  68.  Scotland. 

13,  11.  Thou  art  eon e,  520  "i    i>    ,  u 

'  &       >  A    I'ortiiguefle  Hymn, 

ll's.  Delay  not,  delay,  100  r         Expostulation, 

I  would  not  live,  497  I  Devonshire, 

10,11.  Ye  servants  of  God,  41«    )  «•■  Scotland. 

11,  10.  Driglitest  and  best,  23    7    Daughter  of  Zion,  or 
Daughter  of  Zion,'  426    >       Portuguese  Hymn. 

11,  10.  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  135. 

8»5.  Ye  angels,  who  stand,  &c.  184,  544.  535,  De  Fleury. 

8,  7.  VVhut  is  life,  &c.  3,  509,  What  is  Life. 

8,  6.  C   P.  M.  92,  163.  274,  209,  499,  Ganges,  Aithlone. 

8,  G.  There  is  an  hour,  537,  Lanesborougb.   ' 

8,  0.  Beyond  where  Gedron's,  34,  Gethsemane. 

8*  G.  Go  into  every  street  and  lane,  281. 

8.0.  Go  forth  on  wings  of  fervent,  284. 

7's.   Six  lines,  127,  185,  293,  303,  435,  Rock  of  Ages,  Mount 
Calvary,  Turin. 

7'8.   Eight  lines,  62,  167,  387,  431,  481,  511,  546,  Hotham, 
Benevento. 

7,  6.  Rise,  my  soul,  ic,  109,  115,  149,243,  483,  Amsterdam. 

7,  6.  From  Greenland's,  &c.  394,  419,  423,  424,  432,  Mission- 
ary Hymn. 

7,  8.  Vital  spark  of  heavenly,  510. 

6's.  When  many  a  tempest,  395,  Alps,  or  Alissionary  Hymn. 

6,  8.    Friend  after  friend  departs,  521.  Departure. 

6,  5.   When  shall  we  meet  again,  455. 

G,  4.  My  Aiith  looks,  66,  Olivet,  Italian  Hymn. 

5,  6.   Come,  let  us  anew,  483,  Groton. 

5,  6,  9.  How  happy  are  they,  235,  Happiness,  Salem.- 


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